The schools bus came to a quick halt on the cobblestone road, lines of older kids standing up to quickly rush off the bus. Zion grabbed his school bag and lazily flung it over his shoulder while he stood up, the weight of the bag heavy on his shoulder. Books and sports equipment making the bag heavier than it should be, he glanced out the window and stared at the large, prestigious building of Kingsbridge Academy. Zion had always figured he wouldn’t be able to go to a University as elite as Kingsbridge since his parents weren’t that rich, they were well off but not enough to afford this school. But luckily Zion had spent his years in high school perfecting his abilities in basketball to be able to get enough scholarships to go here.

Now, as he’s getting off this bus and standing in front of this school while looking around..he’s slowly beginning to realize that no one here looks a lot like him. I mean,..he didn’t research too much into the school in general but now as he’s walking around, Zion might be the only colored kid in this entire school.

Although it was a major let down and bummer, Zion couldn’t turn back now, especially if he wanted a successful career. He couldn’t just back down, so he’ll suck it up and deal with it because his parents didn’t work hard just for him to lose this incredible opportunity at an amazing school.