Well, I guess I have no choice but to start the story
And now, our Feature Presentation (sorry, I just HAD to do that).
-Saph-
(The story you won't forget)
By Sliguy101
1-A new beginning
The golden amber sun shinned through the curtains of a tattered bedroom. It shinned right on the boy’s eyes, and he opened them slowly. This boy's name was Saph Olsto.
Saph was fourteen years old, and lived in Springfield, Missouri. He was a Negro, and was shaved bald. His eyes were just as brown as his skin. On most occasions, Saph would wear a necklace that had nothing but blue beads on it. Although he switches the color of the beads everyday, each color showing how he feels. If he were angry, he would wear red beads. If he were feeling awfully shy, he would wear gray beads. But most of the time he would wear blue beeds, which meant he was depressed. His clothes were common. Either it was just a plain colored t-shirt and a pair of jeans, or a hooded black sweatshirt and a pair of slacks.
Saph got out of bed and took out a huge stretch. Since he was still in his boxer shorts, he went into his drawer and took out some clothes. When he finished getting dressed (wearing a greens shirt and jeans), he rushed out of his bedroom and hurried to the kitchen. He hurried through a tiny hallways and got into the kitchen. The first thing he realized was that Saph’s parents weren’t there. Then he saw a note on the old cutting board. This is what it said.
Saph,
Your father is at work and I had to do some early morning shopping. Make yourself some Pop Tarts for breakfast. Have something healthy to drink, and not some kind of soda. Your backpack is right by the door with everything in it. I’ll see you when you get home, and have a nice first day at school.
Love,
Mom
‘Aw, man!’ He thought. ‘I almost forgot! The first day of High School.’
He quickly looked at the clock. It was only ten minutes until the bus arrived. He cursed under his breath and went into the food cabinet. He quickly snagged a bad of blueberry Pop Tarts and decided to eat them dry. Then, he went into the fridge and took out the carton of Milk. Finally, he got a plastic cup and poured it in there. He tried to eat breakfast as fast as he could, trying not to choke or get a stomachache. Once he was finished, he had seven more minutes until the bus. He hurried to the bathroom to brush his teeth. Once he was done with that, he had four minutes to spare. He got his backpack and sprinted out the door.
Saph lived in a quiet suburb. The houses were poorly made, and old trees shaded the entire neighborhood. His family lived on a cul-de-sac, making it good for things like biking, skating, and so on. His bus stop wasn’t too far from his house. In fact, he could see his own house from there, so why hurry?
One minute early, he arrived at his bus stop all exhausted and gasping for breath. Everyone was already there. Bib, Penelope, and Wendell. Bib is big, strong and bulky, but has been a friend of Saph for many years. Penelope is very shy, and hardly says a word. Lastly we have Wendell, who is obsessed with music, and can hardly survived a second without it. The thing that scared Saph the most is that they were all white, which makes him shudder at some points.
“Hi Saph.” Bib said.
“Hello Bib, how’s life going for you?” Asked Saph.
“Really crappy.”
“Same here.”
“Will you guys shut up?” Asked Wendell in a rude tone. “I’m trying to jam here.”
Bib rolled his eyes and turned his back. The bus had finally come, and they had all got on. The bus driver, who was also a Negro, took a quick glace at the teens and then focused on the dashboard.
‘Here we go again.’ Saph thought. ‘Another miserable year.’
-Saph-
. Now people will mess about with you about it 
