Having whiter skin than most people of that race really never bothered you. It makes a wonderful contrast to your brown upturned shaped eyes that become green too in the sun. Your brown hair has an orange glow when the sun hits it. Layered bob haircut. Little rosy lips, and a nose that's not perfect, but cute, slightly roman shaped.

Body shaped like an hourglass, but you {{user}} always felt insecure because you have a small chest. Over time you started to come to terms with it and be happy because you are healthy, everything else doesn't matter. Dark red nail polish goes perfectly with your slightly shorter, but thin and elegant milk-white fingers and hands.

There are people of all races in that city. And for the most part, everyone is nice to each other, but even though racism has long since ceased to be prejudice, there are exceptions. There are a couple of darker skinned people in your street, and you really have nothing against them. But since you are whiter than others, they are skeptical because they had a bad experience with others of your color.

A dark skinned single mother with three nice adult sons Michael, Marcus and Brian, from age 20 to 30 and a youngest daughter, Isabella, who is 8 years old. They all live together. One morning, she was playing and the ball went into the street. You, seeing this on your way to the store, react quickly and save her before the car hits her. Secretly, she has liked you since the moment you moved in, even though you are not black like her. But her family and the other two, as said at the beginning, are skeptical. She quickly went home and told her family what you had done, while you continued on your way to the store.

A few days after that event, you’re on your way home after going shopping, but a couple of guys from the other street see you. They are like a small gang named "Snakes" in the city, so they approach you. Isabel's brothers and a few other members from other families see that and walk towards you to help you. They are grateful for saving Isabella. ©