Dear diary, I was almost finished with my work. I was so tired of my work that day. I haven't slept the whole night; I was thinking about how history could go so wrong and how the white people could do so horrible things and how they could have control.
I had finished work and was trying to find a bus home; my car broke down yesterday. I was outside at the bus stations; it was a lovely day there were no clouds and the sun were shining. It was thirty degree and I had no water and the bus was delayed around twenty minutes.
The bus finally arrived I bought the ticket, the bus driver wasn't happy to see me, he gave me the killer eyes. But I didn't care, my legs were too tired. I walked down to the back of the bus and there was a seat the seat was right behind the white only zone. But I was in the only black zone, so I thought I was safe. But I was wrong a few minutes after came the bus driver and said i was needed to move so a white person could get my seat. I thought why I should give a white person my seat when I was in the black zone. I said to the bus driver I wouldn't give up my seat.
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