Kyle Cruz,
Colorado Springs, CO.
When freshman enter my high school, we instantly separate to our “designated friends”. We are sectioned off into racial biased groups (all decisions are by students) and we stay with our “true” colors. But not my friend pact, if you look into our cafeteria you’d see a sea of different colors, like bottle less spices on a tray isolated from each other, and then there is us. Weird look of betrayal and hatred peers upon our group every once and a while subliminally asks us, “why in the hell?!”
