And, like, all of a sudden, the entire church was, like, all around me, touching my head and arms. After a few more visits, she stopped going to the church. I just wanted them to look at me as Destiny, not this black girl from Portland. People don't understand race isn't an issue until someone brings it up, makes it a big deal, says we must accept our African-American friends. I felt accepted until they all starting touching me and making a big scene.
Destiny falls quiet.
Lunch is nearly over, and before the bell rings Destiny collects her satchel. Or maybe no one will say anything as she heads to class, head down, music notes and memories of an all-white church still floating in her mind.