Personal Narrative: An African American Male

Warm dim lights bounced around the inside of a classroom like air molecules inside a hot air balloon. It was different outside. Crystal clear rain drops fell from the sky endlessly. The reason why we had recess inside instead of outside. Sitting with friends in a circle, we played with lego blocks while building the most breathtaking structures. One of the teachers interrupted our playing time. She reached up and clicked the power button on the boxed television. I watched the screen from a distance as colors slowly appeared. Eager to find out, I scrambled over towards the t.v with a group of friends.There was a African American male well dressed in a black suit and red tie. Thousands of people surrounded him. The man held up his right hand,