It all began with a simple sentence.

"I don't like you."


He said with a mean smile, looking down at me. I sniffled sadly, saying "But why? I didn't do anything!" He looked

behind him to his big group of friends, then back to me and said "You don't belong here. White girls just don't

belong. You're nothing but a paleface freak with no home or family." And with that I burst into tears. "I just said

Hello! My dad told me to make friends and to be nice and I'm trying! But you're just being horrible!" He pushed me

and I fell back, hitting my head on the corner of the table in the kindergarten classroom. I just sat there on the

floor, cring and dripping blood all over the carpet, while nobody tried to step in or help. Just a bunch of scared little

kids trying not to be the focus of the rage being directed at me. Most of the bigger ones just stood there, behind

the leader, just laughing at my misery. I struggled to get up and fell over again, which they all cackled at and I said

in a quavery voice "You're bad." The ringleader turned his head in my direction and shouted "What did you say?!"

The look in his eyes was what made me snap. The serious hatred, and a sparkle of something I couldn't even begin

to fathom. I looked at him defiantly and yelled "You're a bad person! Bad things happen to bad people, and I hope

they happen to you!" and then without a secong thought. I hit him. Really Hard. He was so surprised by my

shouting that when I hit him, he stumbled back and fell on his butt on the floor, looking up at me in shock. I looked

down at him and shouted "I really hope that hurt, you big jerk!" and I ran outside, past everyone, to the big

swingset in the playground. I sat, feeling scared out of my mind and worried. 'My dads going to be really mad' I

thought sadly. I jumped when I heard a quiet voice behind me say "You're really brave." and I turned to see a girl

standing shyly by. "I really don't feel brave." I said quietly, tears threatening to burst again. She came up, and

hesitantly sat next to me on the swings, and whispered "I don't care what any of those guys say. I think you're cool

and brave and I want to be your friend." I wiped my eyes on my sleeve and smiled "I want to be your friend too. My

names Emma." She smiled back and said said "I'm Kimi." "You're DEAD!" we heard someone yell and looked back to

the school doors, where HE was standing, looking really really mad. I felt myself freeze for a minute, but then my

anger came rushing back. I stood tall as I could and screamed as loud as I could. "I HATE YOU!"


And thats what started it all. My feud with my permanent tormenter and shadow, Paul Lahote.