“I don’t wanna go to school mom!”
“Jake, you have to”
“But the kids and even the teachers hate me!”
“Honey you just have to move forward and stay strong.”
Ever since I moved to Petersville all my family got were mean glares. My mom told me that I had nothing to worry about but deep down I knew that she was trying to hide the fact that people hated us because we believed in Zenism. I knew that some people who followed my religion did bad things but I couldn’t understand why they hated us for what other people who followed my religion did. I wanted to be judged by who I am, not by how other people with the same beliefs as me act.
I left the house and started walking towards the school. I wondered what I torture I would face when I got to school. As I reached the crosswalk I heard someone behind me. …show more content…
I looked around and saw a police officer looking mildly annoyed.
“Open your bag!”
“Why?”
“You’re trying to hide illegal substances!”
“No I’m not!”
“People in your religion are always up to no good.”
I tried to desperately prove my innocence but conceded and handed over my bag. I watched as the officer tore apart my bag with little regard to any of my belongings. So this is what it felt like to be hated by your society. Why couldn’t I be treated the same way as other people. Why did I have to stop and be attacked just because of what I believe in. I’m probably the same as everyone else, the only difference is my religion!
“I havn’t found anything illegal...yet. I’m keeping an eye on you.”
The officer shoved my bag into my hands and stared at me with eyes that told me I was always going to be guilty until proven innocent in this town. I proceeded to pick up the various papers and folders that were strewn around the sidewalk by the police officer.
I arrived at the old brick structure that was the school. I walked down the hall towards my locker; hostile stares locked onto
“Jake, you have to”
“But the kids and even the teachers hate me!”
“Honey you just have to move forward and stay strong.”
Ever since I moved to Petersville all my family got were mean glares. My mom told me that I had nothing to worry about but deep down I knew that she was trying to hide the fact that people hated us because we believed in Zenism. I knew that some people who followed my religion did bad things but I couldn’t understand why they hated us for what other people who followed my religion did. I wanted to be judged by who I am, not by how other people with the same beliefs as me act.
I left the house and started walking towards the school. I wondered what I torture I would face when I got to school. As I reached the crosswalk I heard someone behind me. …show more content…
I looked around and saw a police officer looking mildly annoyed.
“Open your bag!”
“Why?”
“You’re trying to hide illegal substances!”
“No I’m not!”
“People in your religion are always up to no good.”
I tried to desperately prove my innocence but conceded and handed over my bag. I watched as the officer tore apart my bag with little regard to any of my belongings. So this is what it felt like to be hated by your society. Why couldn’t I be treated the same way as other people. Why did I have to stop and be attacked just because of what I believe in. I’m probably the same as everyone else, the only difference is my religion!
“I havn’t found anything illegal...yet. I’m keeping an eye on you.”
The officer shoved my bag into my hands and stared at me with eyes that told me I was always going to be guilty until proven innocent in this town. I proceeded to pick up the various papers and folders that were strewn around the sidewalk by the police officer.
I arrived at the old brick structure that was the school. I walked down the hall towards my locker; hostile stares locked onto