Authors' note: Sorry if I offended anyone in this chapter. I think everyone should date whom ever they want, no matter what their race. This was mainly inspired by the stereotype thing I see on everyones' profile.

Chapter 6: Stereotype? or All Good Things

It was noon. I was just picking some fruit, minding my own biusness. Since Lexi had been so nice to me, I never expected any caretaker to be mean. Heck, I didn't expect anyone to be mean. But I was in for another surprize.

"Hey, I heard you're dating a black girl," someone said.

I looked up, and to my complete shock- it was a bronze badge caretaker speaking. Caretakers with bronze badges make sure every 'Service Group' was running along smoothly.

"Yeah," I said. "So?"

"So..." he replied, "you do know you're white, right?"

"Yeah..." I said, balling my fists. "So?"

"So... why are you dating a black girl?"

This guy is so racist! I thought angrily. "Because I love her. What, is there a new rule saying 'a couple must be the same race'? So what if I'm white and she's black? So what?"

"Jez, sorry. Just asking."Yeah, Yeah. Freak off, I thought.

Okay, so mabye I didn't think freak off...

After work, back at my cell, I had to wait an hour for Q to come back. As she did, I noticed her hands were chalky.

"Hey, Q," I said, "What exactly do you do for Tituete-Chi?"

"I make pottery," she replied.

"Pottery?"

"Yeah. She likes fancy pottery. Got a huge collection."

I was definently confused. Why would she want pottery? I thought. "Do you like your job?" I asked.

"Yeah. It's fun," she replied. "You?"

"Yeah, I gess." Then, I remembered that stereotype caretaker. "But today, one of the bronze-badgers said a totaly racist thing about us."

Q became serious. "What'd he say?" She asked. I told her. "I hate people like that! I hope he falls off a cliff!"

"Yeah," I replied. "I hope they all fall off cliffs." I paused. "Every day they just give us more and more proof that they're up to no good. We have to escape- and soon."

"So, what do we do?"

"We wait until breakfast. We have to plan with the other 10s. Look, I know I've said we were going to escape before, but this time I'm serious."

"...I know you are," she replied. We hugged eachother in a warm embrace. I never wanted to let go, but...

...all good things must come to an end.

Authors' note: Sorry it's so short. Review