My friend Miha
By me!
Wee! Wush! This is fun Miha, I Panted. Rachel! come in sweetie called my mom. Miha you, too, call Miha’s mom. When I skipped inside mom had a mad face. Rachel Lee Smith how many times do I have to say do not play with that black girl across the street, you hear me? I nodded, yes mamma, I Sighed. I washed my hands before dinner. Dan guess what Rachel was doing today, said mom, what? She was playing with that black girl across the street. Mamma I don’t want to talk about it, I sighed. Stop playing with your food hunny, said mom, if you don’t eat, go to bed. I quietly went upstairs. I thought it was not fair and un-justice that black people didn’t get treated the same way white people did. They were all human and have the same qualities, color doesn’t matter its what’s on the inside that counts. I woke up the next morning by a bird on the other side of my window. I hopped to get dressed and ran outside. Miha was on her front lawn, waiting for me. I looked both ways and crossed the street. “Oh Miha I have the perfect plan for today, first we can go hiking then fishing. Miha nodded her head “oh yes that sounds grate”. They got on the bus, sorry negro this seat is taken by the young lady here, said the bus driver. “yes sir but she’s with me”. The bus driver went up back to his seat. Thanks for that said Miha, I wouldn’t like to sit by myself, No problem I laughed. We got off the bus. “Here we are Green Grass Hiking trail” I Said. “Wow it’s so tall” exclaimed Miha. “I’ve never been hiking before”. “Never”? I Gasped. “No”, said Miha. “Well then lets get started” I Said. ”Oh and look out for mountain lions”. Mountain lions? Questioned Miha. Yes, I said. The day went by quickly just as I Expected. I was so caught up in the good qualities about Miha that when I had a fish on my line, Miha squealed with joy, I snapped out of my daydreams; I called Miha over to help. Miha, grab the end of the pole! I shouted with excitement. We slowly reeled it in, some people yelled at Miha wile we were working together. The fish finally gave up it was a Crappie weighing bout 4.3 pounds. I let Miha take it home because I knew if I took it home mom would be wondering who I went with. 3 weeks later I was playing with my ball on the sidewalk were I lost balance and the ball went rolling into the street ( the ball was a birthday present from Miha ) and I had to go get it. the ball wouldn’t stop rolling and by the time it did, I was almost at the end of the street. I saw Miha Running down the street screaming. Yelling stop were you are! stop were you are! I moved about one inch and I froze. Miha pushed me to the sidewalk My scream sounded like Satan was tutoring me. I was to late, Miha laid on the ground with blood on her worn out shoes (which used to be mine) and her shirt soaked with red. Fortunately the person who hit her was a doctor and picked her up and put her in his car. The doctors name was Harold Victuremen. He told me to get in the car with him. We rushed to the hospital. By the time we got to the hospital it was 11 (AM) and I asked the person in the front desk if I could use their phone. I called my mom and told her were I was and after the crying and talking I hung up the phone. A nurse came up to me and asked who I was seeing I told her, Miha Nickerson. The nurse had a serious face. Sweety she said in a tone that was a faint whisper Miha Nickerson Died 30 minutes ago. I froze all over My tong field up my mouth and my nose turned red with the coldness that stung my bones like a thousand bee stings. The only words that came out of my mouth were, She’s gone? My life was never the same but when segregation started to roll in through the US I was vary happy. A girl named Ruby Bridges got put in my class Mamma took me out rite away. Mom home schooled me for a year, and when I got into 4th grade everyone was back. Ruby Bridges was my best friend and a hero to all Negro’s
Marten Luther King Jr. Saved all blacks and since Miha passed away I’ve always’ looked at Negro’s as equals.
What Popularity means to me
Most Kids, pre teen, and high school students think popularity is all about having the latest fashions , or every one knows you, but for the wrong resons. Most kids think its about being in the popularity circle, being the best friend of the most popular kids is school, but do the poplars really treat you the way you wanna be treated??? Im in 5th grade and I don’t care about popularity. My friends and I come from different “subjects” one is holly She’s my little math geek, Katelyn my soft squashy tender hearted best friend, Tayler the out of popular circle for medical reasons (she is Diabetic.), and me the one who it the writing, computer, camera, artsy, myth believing geek. My group is not the popular group, but I do think it is one bright fun group, and one of our things is that we hate to gossip.
