Chapter 1:

Laraina was just one of the thousands standing in the crowd. There were people of all races jumbled up there. Everywhere she looked there were people. She couldn't stand it! She hated crowds!

Just then she turned around! She had heard a voice say, "UGH, if I would have known there would be so many Negron people coming to America then I wouldn't have came."

As she expected it was a white, rich person. She hated them all, they were all the same. They all hated black people. At the same time as her pure hatred she also envied her. She loved her beauty, and how rich she was. She wished she could dine-in everyday.

Sadly, that was never going to happen. She was always going to be black. She always was going to be feeding two, three, or four mouths. At this time, she was only feeding two, hers and her sons. In about six months, she was going to be feeding three; Little Jessica was going to come. Jessica was just going to be anther mouth to feed but she would not dare put her in an orphanage. She was going to raise her herself.

She was very excited because the boat had just pulled up. She grabbed her 15 year-old son and ran through the big crowd.