Girl Meets Racism; I do not own Girl Meets World. This is a lot different than anything thing I have ever written. This is a relaistic scenerio I believe Girl Meets World could tackle. Racism must stop. I can not stress enough: IF YOU SEE SOMETHING, SAY SOMETHING. Enjoy the read!

"Hey Smackle..." Zay whispered as she was pulling a shirt off the rack at Demolition. "Psst."

He made eye contact with the middle aged Caucasian worker lurking a couple of feet away from where Zay and Smackle were standing.

"Yes dearest?" Smackle responded, still shifting through the price tags paying no attention whatsoever to her boyfriend.

"I think that worker is following us." Smackle immediately stopped looking at the tags and stood up straighter. Smackle being very Smackle looked right towards the worker making tangibly awkward eye contact with the woman.

"Why would she be following us?" This concept for Smackle was very new and it made Zay's heart hurt a little harder knowing this was Smackle's first time encountering this act of racism.

"Because we are people of color." To Smackle those words seemed like a smack in the face. All emotion drained from her body and she put the clothes down.

"She thinks we are going to steal them, doesn't she?" Zay nodded, searching the store for Lucas and Maya. Smackle grabbed his arm bringing his attention back to her. "Wait, does this happen a lot to you?"

Zay tried to smile and be strong for his girlfriend, but from the look on Smackle's face, the smile didn't quite make it. "Yeah Izzy. This happens too much and too often."

"This store isn't worth our service..." she paused raising her voice, "ESPECIALLY IF WE ARE GOING TO BE FOLLOWED!" The women's face grew bright red and disappeared from sight as Maya and Lucas found their two friends.

"What was that about?"

Before Zay could explain, Smackle was already fuming about the whole experience. "That woman was following us. I mean it's not like we are going to take anything. Just because we are people of color doesn't mean we are people of crime."

Lucas looked at Maya, clothes of hers and his filling his arms. His face was hard and Zay knew that look. Glimpses of the old Lucas were breaking through."Let's go." He huffed, grabbing Maya's hand. Smackle and Zay stood there, worried about what Lucas was going to do. They cautiously followed Lucas and Maya along with all their clothing.

"Ready to check out sweetie?" The woman asked as Lucas roughly dropped the clothing on the counter. He let out a harsh laugh, shaking his head as if she asked the world's most idiotic question.

"No, I'm not buying any of these clothes!" He said, receiving a confused look from the woman. "Those people over there-" she follows his pointing and lands on Zay and Smackle, "are my friends and you are treating them like animals. They are some of the greatest and kindest people I know, but you didn't even give them a chance to show you. You didn't follow my girlfriend and I around. Why is that?"

The women's mouth was quivering. Maya laid her hand on Lucas's arm, pulling him away from the counter. Lucas wasn't being threatening or aggressive, he actually did it all with a soft demeanor. A smile grew on Zay's face, proud that he had a great friend like Lucas to stick up for him and let people that it is not okay to treat them the way they were being treated.

"I'm sorry. I just thought-"

"You thought wrong." He interrupted, "And I am not the one you should be apologizing to."

She turned towards Zay and Smackle, her face still masked with embarrassment. "I'm deeply sorry for the way I treated you."

That didn't still comfort the sting that they were followed for being people of color. It hurt even more knowing that that was what she learned- what she was taught. No one is born hateful. It's something that is acquired.

"Thanks man, that really means a lot," Zay said patting his back. Smackle had gone quiet and blank since the whole experience.

"You okay Smackle?" Lucas asked hoping to get a comical remark returned, but Smackle only attempted to smile and brush it off. Zay caught Maya's eyes and she shook her head. The group made their way to Riley's apartment to have a movie night.

Zay pulled Smackle back, letting Maya and Lucas walk ahead. "Hey, we can just go home if you want to. We don't have to go to Riley's."

"No, I really want to be with everyone. I'm just a little shaken up, you know?"

"Yeah I know, all too well," he mumbled under his breathe.

The group crawled through the bay window to find Riley and Farkle running around, trying to set up pillows and blankets for the movie night. Bowls of popcorn covered every flat surface and different movie cases scattered the floor. When Riley heard the window slide open, she turned around with an enormous smile on her face.

"Hey guys! How was your shopping spree?" Riley's expression changed drastically scanning her friends faces. With the silence, Farkle put down the pillows and came behind Riley.

"What happened?"

Long story short, the movie night didn't go according to plan. Luckily Mr. Matthews had the perfect lesson for tomorrow.

The Clique Six were silent entering History class with Mr. Matthews. Last night really opened their eyes. Riley couldn't let this just book shelf itself. Nothing in her life seemed important anymore. She couldn't just sit in a classroom and not do anything. She looked around the room, catching the gazes of Yogi and Yindra and Jeffrey. This didn't just affect them, this affected everyone.

"Dad?"

"Yes dear."

"Why does racism exist?"

"That's a good question. Class? Why does racism exist?" The class was dead silent as the question was asked. Farkle slowly rose his hand, getting a nod to speak from Mr. Matthews.

"It exists because it's a mechanism of control. Racism is a social construct."

"That's correct Farkle. But I'll remind everyone that the only race we are apart of is the Human Race. Today we going to learn about racism." He turned and wrote a name on the board. Again the class went silent reading the name.

"Jane Elliot. Anyone heard of her?"

"Blue eyes, brown eyes," Smackle piped in, shaking her head for not realizing it earlier. "She performed an experiment with her third class leading the class to believe that the children with blue eyes were more important and vice versa."

"Who believe this is a ridiculous concept? Leading children to believe eye color determines your rank in society?" The entire class rose their hands, agreeing with Mr. Matthews. "So why is skin color any different?"

"Raise your hand if you've felt unsafe walking by a police officer?" Yindra and Zay both slowly rose their hand, surprised by being the only two. Zay turned to Jeffrey and watched his hand match theirs.

"If you've been called a racial slur?" Yogi's hand joined the air.

"If you've been followed in a store?" Lastly, Smackle's hand joined theirs.

"These same things are happening all over the nation and world every day and nothing is changing. History is continuing to repeat itself. Why?" Mr. Matthews began to walk around the room. "Because our society is not doing a good enough job of teaching our history. This..." He says pointing to the board, "is a solution."

He watched his students eyes go big. He held up his hand, stopping from the crazed thoughts filling the room. "Of course that experiment was extremely unethical, but the lessons can still be taught. Once you teach children that you are above no one- that this social pyramid does not exist. Once that is taught and that lesson is learned, we can finally see peace."

"But how do we teach it? How do we know if it has been learned?" Riley asks, still unconvinced of how to change racism.

"You simply love one another. You teach love and learning will take care of itself. Confront the problem and present the solution. Stand with those in need and support them no matter what. I can not stress enough: if you see something, say something."

Smackle turned around to Lucas and laid her hand on his. "I never said thank you for last night. Thank you Lucas."

"Anything for my friends."