• Another law was pasted today. The mighty King of the land had chased out yet another religion.

    Everyone had to wear a uniform and everyone was white. No blacks, indians, or anything.

    Everyone had the same job: grow food, manage stores, and take care of the children. It was the same thing over and over. Everyone was the same. But one girl didn't think it was right.

    The girl's name is Lily. A common name of girls. No one was to have a foren name. They had to have a proper name. No one was to deny it.

    Lily was only 10, but she knew what was right and wrong. And what the King was doing was wrong. So she decided to change it up a bit.

    She took a mirror and black paint and painted half of her face black, so the other half was white. She then grabbed her favorite outfit - that wasn't to be worn.

    Then, breaking almost every law, opened her front door and walked out into the street. Half of her face a white, half black. She was wearing a colorful, patterned blouse, with a pink skirt down to her knees.

    "Get her!" One of the guards yelled. They all ran over and grabbed Lily. Her mother yelled as they dragged her off toward the castle. She didn't refuse.

    When they got to the throne room the King was enraged. He stood up as they threw her to the floor in front of him.

    "How dare you defy the law! Guards! Kill her!" He pointed and yelled at the guards and they ran over.

    "Wait!" She yelled. "Hear me out before you kill me! Your laws are wrong!" She struggled and tried to pull free. "At least hear what I have to say!!" The King sat down and shook his hand at the guards. They let her drop to the floor.

    "You've chased every colored person out of this town. Black, indian, and you've even chased out some white people who hate you for it and you've killed all the gays and lezbians.

    "What you don't understand is, we are one. If the black part of my face was gone, I wouldn't really have a face, now would I? I'd only have half a face.

    "People have the right to wear whatever they want," She pointed to her outfit. "You may be King, but you don't have control over what we wear and how we live. And black people. Why chase them off? Its not like they chose to be black. Its the way they are. Same goes for the others.

    "I may be ten years old, but at least I know what's right and wrong. Obviously you don't." She stood up, hands at her side and back straight.

    "So kill me now, if you wish. But I will die knowing I have made a difference by showing people that its okay to be who you are and who you want to be. I will die with pride."

    Right then, more guards came in the door, for Lily's family had done what she did. Then, more and more people were brought in because of their clothes and face. The King was speechless.

    "If you kill her," Said an eighteen year old boy. "You'll have to kill us all." Voices rose in the room. Everyone was standing tall and proud. The King closed his eyes and looked up. He sighed.

    "I can't kill you all. But I'll have to kill this girl for the trouble she has caused." He stood up.

    "Hold it right there." Said a black man. His face was half white. All of the sudden, all of the blacks, indians, and all other colored people that the King chased out came in with half of their faces white. They all stood.

    "By killing this girl, you will kill what we all call hope and peace." Everyone agreed. The King was amazed. Everyone had the nerve to stand up for themselves. The King had never seen this before. He sighed and sat back.

    "Dismissed." He waved his hand toward the door and everyone left but Lily and the man that spoke up.

    "What do you have against all of them? Why do you hate color so much?" A few silent tears snuck out of her eyes. She wiped them away without a sound.

    "My mother was black. My father was white. My sister was black, and I was white. My mother loved my sister best because she was black. It was disgusting. She didn't care abou-"

    "So you took it out on this town and the world?! Just because your mother loved your sister because she was black as well doesn't mean she never loved you. Your her son. She doesn't care whether you're black or white. You can't take your problems out on others."

    Lily turned around, looked at the old man, then left to go home. The old man walked up to the King.

    "Your mother loved you. Why did you think she didn't? She loved me, after all. I'm white." He took his hand and whiped the black off his face and hands. "Son."