"Come on, Chrissy. Stop stalling," the cop said, pulling her towards his police car.
Now she finally took notice of what he was calling her. Why was he calling her that?
He pushed her into the back of a squad car. He was clearly trying not to hurt her, as if he knew her. But she'd never seen him before...and she...she caught a glimpse of herself in the glass.
She wasn't against black people. There were even a few at her church, even though there weren't that many in the neighborhood, which was mostly white. But that didn't mean she wanted to be one,..or anything but herself.
The girl in the reflection looked fairly average...not ugly, but not the sort to attract attention. She was wearing jeans and a sweatshirt...she looked like dozens of kids that Tina had seen. So, why was she...why am I...she corrected herself...in trouble? There must be a reason for all of this. A divine plan...
She looked out the window, as in less than a block, the grimy block seemed to give way to the more familiar streets she was used to...but yet she stayed exactly the same, and the car continued on.
