The Dangers of a Single Story by Jared Rembert
i was going into school, and I saw two people sizing up as if they were about to fight, so I moved closer, and so did the crowd. It was a blur all of a sudden, which led to an outbreak of the words, “Fight! Fight! Fight! Fight!” I wanted to find a way to stop it, but I looked back and saw a genie who was clear and looked ghostly. He saw the fight, and with a single snap of his fingers, we were inside of the gladiator arena. Then he said, “If they want to do it, do it right.” I was confused on why he started to give commentary on the fight. People were worried; the people who were fighting were slowly fading away. The hate steadily turned into fear. I wanted to be hasty, so I asked the genie for a wish, and he told me he could make the day go back and make everyone forget everything. The day repeated, and I walked near the duo who was previously fighting and said, “Do you want to prank the school by making them think we are fighting?”
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