Jaden

The Korean-American girl quickly fled the group, eager to find out what electives she could choose within a short notice. Her doe eyes scanned the sheet, looking for a class that would fulfill her interests.

“Ooh, sticky maples sound interesting,” Jaden spoke, pointing to the sixth thing down the list. The name reminding her of the honey-filled hotteoks that her mom used to make for her.

“Look, boys, we have a chink.” Jaden turned her head, facing 6 black boys, the tallest and darkest one in front of everyone, sneering.