tracymia
Pick a side! Pick a side! The chant was becoming louder and louder. My heart raced as I they looked at me...just me. All my "friends" had abandoned me and I was there in the middle of nothing, just by myself. If I picked the girls from my street, I was safe from getting jumped or beaten, but I would earn the name "chola". If I picked the blond girls with the nice hair and nice clothes, I would be accepted by everyone and go be just like them, but I would also be called "white girl".
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