"What does Vijay see in her? After all, she's a zebra," Nicole murmured to her friend Neya.
"A zebra?" Neya questioned.
"Half black half white." Nicole said. Neya glanced at Nicole.
"Who?" Neya asked.
I gasped within the cubicle. I lifted my feet off the ground so Nicole and Neya couldn't see who I was. Is this what people see me as? A zebra? I felt tears forming in my eyes and couldn't hold them in anymore. I'm mixed race, but I am still human. What have I ever done to Nicole? I can't help being half and half, I sobbed. Was I just a novelty? Someone to laugh at, someone to be teased? I'm not even a someone. I'm an animal, I thought.
It was that day I realised I was different. That day I knew I was a joke, a laugh. From that day for a long time, I thought everyone saw me as a zebra. Or at least a novelty. But then I realised that no, not everyone was racist like Nicole. I had my friends, friends who saw me as Nesta, the person. Not Nesta, the mixed race girl. I had my family, a very mixed family, who treated me well, even though I was a different skin colour to the rest of them.
What do you think? Am I an animal?