It was a sunny, hot day. Me and my friends were sitting on a bench talking during lunch. Outside, kids were yelling, playing basketball, music was playing, and cars were passing by.
My friends and I were planning on going downtown after school. That’s when this boy came up to me and asked me where I was from. “I’m from Mexico,” I answered.
The boy looked surprised. “Then why are you white and why don’t you ever talk Spanish?” he said. I was mad. I didn’t say anything because I was also kinda sad.
Out of nowhere I hear my friend yell out, “It doesn’t matter what skin color you are. You don’t have to be tan or brown or any other color to be Mexican.”