The Black World

The Black World

by Aaliyah Angevine

Hey, my name is Icy. Let me introduce myself. First I’ll tell you a few things about myself. I have a big fear of heights, such as roller coasters, but I got over that at one point, including airplanes, but after I took one it was not so bad. Another thing I think everyone should be afraid of is the ocean. The ocean is so big and it’s very very deep. I never knew how deep it was. I can’t imagine how many things there are in that ocean. There have to be mermaids because it’s so big. Lucky me, the world I live in is nothing like that. My favorite thing to do, and hobby, is I love to shop. Like shopping makes me very happy to look at new things and support Black owners. Besides that, I don’t really do a lot. My favorite colors are honestly all the colors because each and every single color you can pair it up with something. Like for example, outfits. Or with your room, you could pair it up with a different color or anything and make all colors look good.

The world I live in doesn’t really have colors. It’s literally a dark, cold world that I live in. It only comes in season, but I live honestly. I wish the world could be a colorful bright world with happiness and joy and not full of hateful people. The ocean is super dark blue, the sky is gloomy and gray mixed with black, colors of people are mean, you can’t define a few nice people in this world, is very hard to find, is very weird to me. Like I said, color only comes in season which is the summertime, everything is just colorful and it makes me joyful inside.

As I mentioned before, my name is Icy. I live with my dad, my mother, and my sister. My sister and I are very close. We keep a lot of deep secrets that a lot of people do not know about. This house is full of problems. My sister and I are very tight, basically best friends. My dad is an undercover agent and my mom is a doctor, so I’m very lucky to have a rich family that doesn’t have to worry about anything most of the time. Our dad argues a lot with our mom and in our head we say “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers WHATEVER.” Literally me and my sister always say “Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers.” Or we say, “out of my face,” meaning shut up don’t talk to us.

A few days later my sister and I come outside to go on a sister date and “ZOOM” a car crashes! Our father was in it. Turns out my sister and I were right about everything we knew. Everything. We both knew what our father and our mother were doing. They always said they were protecting us, but on the inside, we knew he was lying. Why would my father be driving away from a shoot out? What could he possibly be doing over there? For what? Of course we had to go check on him when mom came outside. He was perfectly fine, so we went back inside and started to look for more evidence. Turns out a few hours later my father died from a heart attack. My system, including my mother, was very depressed. What a cool, in black world we live in. We all said, “REST IN PEACE, DAD.”