“Black girls can’t swim! They don’t wanna get their hair wet!” I heard somebody shout out. “Do not do it. Do it. Do not do it. DO IT!” I say to myself as I hesitate to jump in the deep end of the pool which was really only 5 feet but to me it seemed like I was jumping into Victoria Falls. Everybody is watching, now I definitely had to jump. Here I go, 3…2…1.SPLASH! I land a far from perfect cannon ball, I could not even see anything, and I was freaking out too much thinking that I would die or that I had been dead. So much water has gotten into my mouth and nose, at this point I was sure that I had been dead. Suddenly I felt a large hand grab my arm pretty tight. It happened to be the guy I liked pulling me out of the water. How embarrassing. …show more content…
Finally I am actually making my way to the party after school that everybody talks about. Finally I can show people that I am not that shy girl that only speaks when spoken to. I have been planning for this event for two weeks. This night was going to be perfect! I finally arrived with my best friends that probably had no intention of dancing. After stalling in order to find the right song to dance to, my chance appears in front of my face. Sia’s The Greatest comes on and I just explode with excitement. “Let’s show them how I dance.” I say to myself. I run out into the large jungle of students and step in a double pirouette, into a body roll followed by a chest pump. I feel like Shekira rolling my hips and flipping my hair. I finish it off with a perfect spilt and a sassy pose. I was so overwhelmed by the fact that there was a crowd of people surrounding me. I was more satisfied when I saw the look on my friends’ shocked faces and jaws to the floor. “Black girls don’t take AP classes. Leave that for the white people.” What have I gotten myself into? Where are the other black girls and guys? Is it too late to go back to honors? All of your friends are in