She said that she was a legend. Even to this day people still admire her. But, I don't agree. My name is Esma and I am a white that is a little disparate. I feel like my life hadn't started until last month, even though I am 16.
At school, I am considered popular, everybody said I am quote on quote ‘fetching’. I suppose it could be because I am average height and blond hair and blue eyes. But none of that ever really mattered to me. I was walking home after school like I do everyday. I live about 2 miles out of town on a nice little farm. On my 13th birthday my dad bought me a horse. She is a beautiful Shetland Pony. Yes, she was a bit fat and not all that tall, but I didn’t care. She was mine and I loved her no matter what everyone else thought. I am almost home when I saw a kid walking toward me. As soon as I saw him I knew I should walk away from him, but I couldn’t. He was black, but he had piercing sky blue eyes. I decided to treat him like any other person. I walked across dirt road to say hi. I walked right up to him and held out my