Bill didn't know what he was trying to do or why he even left his sister's side. The whole thing just felt like a hit and run and that isn't right. People shouldn't walk all over each other and say nothing. He was tired of getting bumped around, he was tired of watching people that he liked getting bumped around. It was his sister's turn to shine, and now she was knocked over by some fat white girl who doesn't even care.
"That junk isn't fair," he thought as he watched Natasha run away. Once she was out of site, he went back to find his sister.
"I hope she can still sing, I hope they will let her in, I hope she is OK."
"Susan are you alright."
"Yes, I think so, where were you?"
"I tried to get her to stop "
"Who?"
"Son" the medic addressed Bill directly, "She's still groggy and disoriented. We have to go now, are you riding with us?"
"Yes, I'm her brother."
"We know, she told us."
"Is she OK?" Bill asked as he stepped into the ambulance. "She will be, but we have get going."
"She better be ok," he thought to himself, "or the white girl with the license plate number TKR 1218 will be in for a big surprise..."
(c) Jamillah Warner, www.gospelnerve.com, I got the nerve . . .
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