“Smokey”

It all started with "Smokey." One day at lunch, we were all playing around. "You’re as black as Smokey the bear!" And since we were playing around, I didn’t pay it any attention(well, not a lot). But, after a while one person(I wont call any names) started calling me that all the time. You see, this person was sort of like a trendsetter, and once this person started calling me that, a lot of other children did too. I wanted to do something about it, but couldn’t. They weren’t threatening me or anything, I just couldn’t bring myself to it.
When I couldn’t hold it in, I told my aunt. She was someone I could trust, so I told her the whole story. I guess she was concerned, because she told my mom. My mom asked me if this was true. I tried to deny it, but couldn’t. "Yes, it’s true." My mom must’ve been concerned, because she told my counselor. She called us to her office for a meeting. After the meeting, the name calling ceased. Yes, I was called a snitch at times, but it didn’t matter. I felt better!