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== =The Story of Sade King=

Jazmen Flagler
Sade King was a very different girl. She was a light skinned black girl, with red hair, green eyes and a freckled face. Not only did she look different than her peers, she dressed and talked differently also.

You see, Sade was from Brooklyn, New York but because of some family issues, Sade had to move to Atlanta, Georgia with her Aunt Flo. The South, where darker skin was the normal and everyone spoke with a long southern drawl. In comparison to everyone else, Sade stuck out like a sore thumb,

She walked into the school with a cheerful attitude, willing to meet new people. "Wut's up? I'm Sade." Girls gave her disapproving looks, and the guys looked at her like she was crazy. Since she was light skinned, everyone called her "Light Bright". People marked on her with black permanent markers, and one day at lunch, someone threw chocolate pudding at her. The teachers in class never understood her because of her heavy accent. It got to the point where she wasnt allowed to talk in class. She was given a dry-erase board and she had to write everything out.

She decided that it was time for a change. Her first act of change: her skin. Sade went to the local tanning booth everyday for 2 weeks straight until her skin was a smooth caramel color. Next she got brown contacts for her eyes, and then she dyed her hair brown. For her accent, she listened to dialect tapes until she sounded like everyone else. After her transformation was complete, Sade began to make a lot of friends. But now she was just like everyone else, she had nothing to set her apart.

One night, Sade decided to go to a party. On her way, a drive-by was going on, on a neighboring street. A stray bullet hit Sade and she was killed instantly.

Days passed & Flo called Sade’s parents because she was worried about Sade’s sudden disappearance. When Sade’s parents arrived to Atlanta, Flo received a call from the hospital. The hospital claimed that they may have found Sade. Sade’s mom and dad immediately went to the hospital. When they arrived, they followed the nurse to the room where Sade supposedly was. But when they arrived, they did not see their daughter. Instead of their light skinned, red haired, green eyed, freckled daughter – a brown eyed, brown haired girl with a bad tan laid in her place. So they said: “that’s not her.” And kept it moving.