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This story is set in the 1950s, where there was lots of racism and stuff going on. Each has a different story each and they all end up meeting up together in the end.

WARNING: This story contains racist words and comments such as, 'Shut up, black girl,' 'Look it's Hitler's son,' and such. If you are either part or fully American, Mexican, Native American, African American, Irish and/or German, and are easily offended by racist comments of these, it is not my opinion, just putting what kids would say at that time. All is not my view, and if you feel I offended you or a significant other in any way, I do NOT mean it. It is simply a story set on the views of these people. I'm a full American, and I don't feel offended in any way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and this story will have no OCs, and if so, very minor characters. Thank you.

Note: This story will have two points of view every chapter. I hope you enjoy!

MAXINE

"What are you?"

"Look, it's the mixie."

"White or Mexican? Please do tell me."

"She shouldn't even be here if she's part Mexican."

"There should be a school just for mixies like her."

Just some of the things I had heard at my old school. My dad then found out, and sent me to the school across town. Washington High, a whites only school.

But I wasn't even sure if I was white anymore.

My mother is Mexican and my father white. She moved to here, Arizona, and she and my father had a secret affair before 'pop!' Maxine Batchelder was born.

Yipee?

No.

I took more of my father's side, so I looked fully white instead of Mexican, the only thing I got from my mother was a tan tint to my light complexion, and my chocolate brown eyes.

My parents were forced apart, my mom having my younger sister Ella, a full Mexican baby. She didn't have to worry about wondering if she was one race or the other.

I never got to really see her, because she was working in the fields with mom for going to the other high school, Lincoln High for Colored children.

I went to Drew High last year, an all white high school, and I finally told my friend Tess that my mom was Mexican. Turns out it was the wrong girl to tell. Soon it was everywhere around school, and it never stopped. Everyone would always joke. Ask. And whatever else they could to make fun of my race.

So now, here I am, starting over. I straightened out my blue poodle dress, wishing I were a guy able to wear trousers, and walked into the building. And nobody needed to know my mom was Mexican.

Not now, not ever.

Fang.

I ran out of Lincoln high as fast as I could. I knew the white boys from Washington would catch me, since they came out five minutes earlier than us and came to bully us. I finally ran past the bus when I heard a voice.

"Hey Indian." I stiffened, but walked fast. I knew they would follow me. I heard their feet. One white boy grabbed my shoulder and turned me around.

"Indian, do you understand me, or do was have to speak your language?" He said. I understood him, but I didn't say anything. He growled and shoved me against the nearby wall, me wincing as ain't collided with my head painfully.

"Answer me Indian!" He growled. I coughed.

"N-not. I-Indian." I choked out. He and his friends laughed, him shoving me harder against the wall.

"Then what are you? Huh?" He said.

"N-n-native Am-mercian." I whispered. He punched me in the jaw, and I felt the pain shoot up, wincing.

"Don't you even put the word, 'American' in your race. It might be, 'Native American' to you, but to us you're Indians. Don't even compare yourself to us." He spat, dropping me on the ground and kicking me in the gut before walking away with his friends.

I slowly got up, and grabbing my gut, I limped towards my reserve, hoping that tomorrow they wouldn't kick me as hard as they did today.

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~ DG