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hi i love to write stories here is the beginning of one im writing now:

Hi, I’m Caroline but my friend, Dorothy calls me Carol, says it suits me better. My mother is a black American originally for the Caribbean and my father is from America (they met, married and had me in London before coming to America), you might have guess already but…yes I’m mix race and life’s hard because of it. There ain't many children like me in my small racist town and some white fork made fun of me and my family, just because of how we look on the outside. Even my dad’s parent said the he had brought shame upon their family because he married a black woman, but my father was strong and passionate and said ‘it not about the colour of your skin but the person you are on inside and also about the love and similarities that bide us!’ This brought a tear to my eyes he was right, why did it matter about the colour of your skin and where you came from - we all have a right to live as one, in a just and happy society; I pray that my children, my grandchildren and so on will live in a world fill on justice, love, happiness and peace. I’ve come to realize that this dream could never happen if people like Dorothy and I didn’t stand up for what we believe in! ……“Hey half cast, is the weather fine up there- .” Commented some mean boy in the park, I whimpered, gluing my head to the ground; I’m always getting picked on for my skin colour and tallness…     All of a sudden, I bumped into my BBFLE (Best Friends For like Ever) Dorothy. She has the most beautiful smile, her hair is long, silky  and blonde and her eye…. Well her eyes are a magical shade of blue which shines like a full moon.     I made an effort smiled at her thought considering how I’m feeling “so what’s up.” I said hesitantly, to be honest I tried to sound cheerful but soon realised I sound as hurt as I was feeling. Dorothy frowned and started to “gesture for emphasis” she like to call, but personally she looks like she is about to take my eye out with all the rage bottled up inside her (Guess I’m that good at hiding my feelings). “What do you mean ‘what’s up’…” she barked holding herself tightly and fingers in to a fist. I bet she gonna give me a big lecture about ‘self-defence’, I’m 16 for crying out aloud we know each for 10years I can handle myself (well actually she may be right, but still), I turned towards Dorothy so I’m standing directly in front of her and look deeply into her eyes and then she grabbed my arm with her warm little hand, signed and seemed to have calmed down a little… “Right Carol, I saw you back there and what those boys said, you have to learned how to stand up to people like that, show them who’s boss;  you are a beautiful, smart and kind-heartes girl, you know. You have to show them that, so what that you’re mix race and …er very tall, you have a lot to offer and if they don’t see that, then it’s their loss,” she said this statement particular loud so the boys that had bullied me (and I think are drooling over Dorothy good looks) could hear. “You think I’m beautiful,” I happened to be saying quite desperately but as Dorothy open her mouth to answer, I felt a soft warm hand on my bare shoulder which was now the only warm spot on my entire body, then a familiar voice said “  I  do…” The figure spun my around and look deep in to my eyes.  It was Christopher – his face looked so cute in the sun light. He suddenly flicked his thick side fringe of silky brown hair away from his eye (he’s mother wants him to get his fringe cut but I think I just makes him more handsome than he already is)  Christopher is my other BBFLE and the hottest and most popular boy in school - all the girls love him and all the boys wanna be him but he said he rather hangout with Dorothy and I. Plus, I’ve had a massive crush on him for ages not just because he’s a really heartthrob with his brown hair, muscular build and heavenly blue eyes  the glisten like the ocean but also because of his amazing personality, he is brilliant. So smart, funny and caring (and about 100 more fantastic qualities) no wonder all the girls, boys and even parents admire him (but Dorothy doesn't love him that way I do, they have known each other longer than I know both of them). As I was day-dreaming I didn't notice Christopher was staring at me. As I met his eye he blushed in embarrassment, letting his hair sway across his face then said, “Oh god, I’m sorry it’s just that….” He paused and seemed to be making his mind up about something, “It’s just that…” Then I gently pushed his fringe away from his face so could see his beautiful eyes again, my insides started to melt as I looked at him, then I notice everyone one else in the park (about 15 teens, 7 children and 10 adults) including Dorothy was staring anxiously at us like they are in a cinema watching a romantic film. Everyone just frozen. But Christopher and I didn’t seem to care. I smoothed down my long, brown hair, and Christopher seemed to be staring at me as if he was in some kind of trance, I stared back at him, “What is it Christopher?” All of a sudden people started to shout out comments, “ Can’t you see he likes you, you are quite attractive!” said one “This just like the movies, make you move, man!” said another and five others started to comment about how hot I apparently was. There was just silence, then someone push me against Christopher, my face started to turn red as my body pushed against his chest. It was all happening so fast, some stupid person push me against Christopher and now I’m in his (muscular) arms I lied in his arms for a moment and leap up. Then I ran away in embarrassment. Please comment and if i get good comments I'll put the next chapter on