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You ever sit down and wonder what you ever did to the universe to deserve its harshness?
I walk into my office and first thing I see is my fellow work mates staring like I just fell from heaven dressed like the Messiah.
You look good by the way.
I know
"Hi? Miss Hunter?...come with me"
I follow the nice lady into my new office.
I didn't want to say this but.... my work place is dominated by blacks .
I'm like the only white female here and trust me it sucks.
During my break . I went to the cafeteria to get donuts and this guy Connor... literally pushed me so I ended up falling like a big bag of marshmallows.
so sad.
I know.
I wipe a tear as I continue uploading a clients document .
"heeey partner...."
I lift my head only to be met by a goofy looking girl .
By goofy I mean she has this oddly big glasses , and a big smile and her hair....so thick. I could literally run my fingers through it.
can you just greet her back dummy?
Oh.
" Heey....uh..."
"Talia Dwayne" She sure is happy.
"I'm Perrie Hunte-"
"I know.....sorry I'm just happy to see you"
Its hard not to smile back.
why is she happy to see you?
I wonder.
"so why are you happy to see me?" I chuckle.
"I don't know....I just think you're nicer than my work mates."
I laugh.
"Well how sure are you about that?"
"I just have a feeling....sooo friends?"
She puts out her hand and I shake it back.
"Friends"
I find myself smiling even after she's gone.
She's just too nice
why ...you think blacks shouldn't be nice....
No! No...
That's not what I meant.
Its just that nobody has been welcoming since I got here especially girls..
You know how they can be.
yeah...Mean...rude ...harsh...haters...jealous...
Okay okay I get it . You know how they can be.
****
Talia pops up at lunch once again to eat with me and we talk for almost an hour.
Turns out she's from Kenya. Her dad is black and her mom is white. She also recently moved to Austin and so she was trying to adjust just like me.
Her stories were fun and all but we had to get back to work.
And oh the glares when we walked into the office five minutes late.
douchebags.
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