DO YOU LIVE IN A MANSION? YOU MUST BE RICH RIGHT? I HEARD AMERICANS ARE AS RICH AS OUR PRESIDENT. IS IT TRUE?
I was so dumbfounded that I just stared at them blankly before I responded.
<Er...I live in a normal...er...home?>
Later that day it was time to go to school, and as I was walking out I heard my cousins whispering about me
Are they talking about me? This sucks; I wanna go home. I knew it was a bad idea trying to speak <>
<"Er...er...er" is all he can say. HAHHAHHAA. Oh, let's go! He's coming this way!
The treatment I was receiving started to make me feel a certain way..
This treatment is starting to piss me off.
<Oh my God he's coming this way! Let's go!>
LETS FIGHT THEN
I had finally cracked. This showdown was the decisive battle on whether or not I'd be accepted.
<Get ready to be beat, foreigner>
I won the fight, so does this mean the end? Will they respect me now? Will I not be just some American?
After miraculously winning the fight, on the way home I was thinking about a lot of things.
<ALRIGHT, SURE.>
<HEY AMERICAN. COME ON, LET's HANG OUT AFTER SCHOOL.>
The day after, me and the boys started hanging out. It was at that moment that I realized that maybe spending 2 months in Sierra Leone wouldn't be as bad as I thought....