Daniel Pemberton & Gareth Williams- The Politics & The Life
The first time I met Grayson Young, I was six years old. There was a boy named Trevor who would often pick on me because my hair is silver. It's not white, it's not gray, it's silver. On that particular day, one of the girls in my class stole the ribbon I used to tie the end of my braid, so my long straight hair was all over the place. Trevor walked by and slapped the length of my hair from my lower back so hard it swung onto my shoulder. He was significantly bigger than me, so I soon as I saw it was him I coward away. I gathered my hair and tucked it into my hoodie trying to hide it.
"Look at your freaky hair," he pointed at me, laughing. The other kids were laughing too. He grabbed my hoodie and unzipped it before grabbing a
