Prejudice
"Dirty dyke!" yelled a stranger, as Diane walked with Carol across the school grounds.
"We're only holding hands, imagine what he would say if he were kissing?" Carol asked smiling
"He would probably cheer and ask if he could watch." Diane answered back, shaking her head at the double standards of some people.
"You're just doing this for hetro-privilege aren't you, Diane? Knew I never should have trusted you when you said you were Bi, they only do it because they can and for fun. I knew that you would go straight when it got too hard!" The girl yelled to Diane, before storming off; not hearing Diane's plea.
"I love him Jo, I'm not turning my back I promise, I still like girls, I just love him."
"Bloody cops, always putting the innocent behind bars!"
"See the police, never trust them, you hear me child?"
"You're all corrupt, that's what my mamma taught me!"
When she saw young kids hate the police for the sole reason of being a police officer. She had to shake her head. What chance did they ever have of even liking one police officer when they were being taught to hate from such a young age?
Prejudice, she had really seen it all, felt it all and boy was she sick of it all. It shouldn't still shock her, but still it did. Somehow, the taunts and the prejudice that she had felt made her stronger, made her fight for what she had.