Taking Charge During War
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2012
Ashley looked around there were dark people everywhere. It was a sight that made her feel nervous. Gone were the people with her milk pale skin, in had come the revolutionists who were eager to show how intelligent they really were. She pulled down the sleeves of her cardigan in order to hide some of her skin. She felt odd that there were so many people. They were all around her. So many dark, dark, people, with dark, dark, skins, and dark, dark, thoughts.
“Oh my God, we've turned into Africa!” Ashley gasped as she backed up and bumped into a stiff back.
The back was so strong and warm, it made her feel as though she had bumped into the back of a real man. She thoughts a fine Italian perhaps, with lightweight hair, brown eyes, and tanned skin. It made her almost want to melt inside of her heart. However then she turned around and she saw a big black face with a big wide nose looking down on her. Ashley gasped and shook her head before she turned away and ran! She raced far along a road that was lined by black people. They looked to her, but shrugged her away. Ashley didn't even want to know what they were thinking, they were just blobs of tar, which were the colour of the road beneath. She wondered why they were not living in the ground or somewhere similar. She wondered why God had left the world!
Ashley gasped as she saw her house. She raced up to it, and then she darted inside. Her heart felt weak, and it fluttered like a butterfly until her legs wobbled. Ashley moved through the house and called for her mum and dad. However they were not in. Only the house servant was in and she came right away. She had been cooking and had a mess on her shirt. Ashley gasped as she looked to the helper who also had skin as dark as coal.