Mccarthy: A Short Story

It was a quiet Monday morning, I was getting ready for another day at school. I had walked downstairs to hear Mother and Father talking about something that I didn’t understand. They were talking about something with the African American students. I never really understood why we all didn’t go to the same school, they’re just like us.

I had finally gotten to school, i was a little late but Mrs. McCarthy didn’t care. She was a close friend of my Mother and Father’s. I was going to take a seat but I noticed that someone was sitting in my seat, so I sat somewhere else. Mrs. McCarthy started to teach the daily lesson when she was interrupted by Mayor Summer’s coming into the classroom. “Mrs. McCarthy, I don’t mean to be a bother but may I speak
I had watched everyone come in the door. I was waiting for one specific face, but that face never came into the door. I started to get worried so I asked Mrs. McCarthy. “Mrs. McCarthy, Have you seen Alyssa today?” She gave me this blank stare. “No I have not.” I nodded and headed back to my seat. A few minutes later the door opened and Alyssa came running in. “Alyssa, why are you late?” Mrs. McCarthy asked as Alyssa sat down in the seat beside mine. “I’m sorry ma’am, I woke up late.” Alyssa mumbled. She looked worn out. I was going to ask what happened but decided that it wasn’t the best thing to do. I’ll just ask her after school.

School had finally ended and Alyssa and I were walking home when we heard some yelling near the courthouse. We walked that way and saw a huge crowd standing outside of the courthouse. They were chanting some words but I didn’t catch what they were saying. We were going to go around the building when someone in the crowd caught my eye, my Father. That’s when it hit me. A riot was happening. My Father had said something this morning about a riot happening but I didn’t think he was serious. This has to be
We had pulled up at her house. It was small, but since Alyssa was an only child, I guess it fit them perfectly. We walked up to the front door and knocked on it. An older woman, Who I’m guess was Alyssa’s mother, answered the door. She had an excited look on her face when she saw me. “Hi i’m Paighton Smith, Alyssa invited me over for dinner.” I said as I extended my hand out for her to shake. I was startled when she brought me in for a hug instead. “Hello Paighton, I’m Mrs.Little, but you can call me Alexus if you would like. You may take a seat on the sofa, Alyssa should be out in a few.” She said as she walked back into a room that i’m guessing is the