After a painstakingly long walk from 643 Woodrow Street to South Court Street, Wendell and Eric spotted the largest school they have ever laid eyes on. “That must be Bellingrath Junior High,” Eric said. Wendell gazed at the large school, which the nation titled “The Number 1 Biggest and Newest School in the Nation,” with a gleam of amazement in his eyes. To him, the school’s name itself preceded itself. Compared to a high school such as Sydney Lanier – which is where Carl was currently at – Bellingrath Junior High was bigger. What made the school bigger than normal high schools happened to be two fields: the football and baseball fields. The red bricks of the building looked new, and they were not out of place by the looks of how neat they lined up. The letters on the sign that …show more content…
“Wendell, soup’s on!” Esther’s voice echoed from downstairs. “Yes, ma’am!” Wendell called back. “I’m coming!” Looking at the mirror, Wendell took note of his bruises. Sure, nobody can see it due to his dark skin, but they were there nevertheless. He knew the wounds would disappear in a few days. More events like that would come his way, but he knew that he would be okay. With a second look, Wendell limped downstairs, careful to not show pain on his face. He’ll just have to bear with the pain just as his parents did growing up and like he and his brothers are currently going through. This was a first day for a revolution. Tomorrow is another day and another step for the Black communities. Sure, he was still scared due to the incident earlier, he knows that he’ll survive through it all. If his parents had to test their limits and forced their way through racial tension to get to where they were and prove the White supremacists wrong, then he’s damn sure to do just that. And a bunch of rotten apples isn’t going to change the differences that was to