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~Zoey

I had been at the war camp for what I thought was around two months (the days all blurred into one) when I finally stopped crying over my parent's deaths.  I went out of the room I shared with the other eighty-three people who were captured from my city (and another city on the other side of Dulia)  that day, and out to the training grounds.  It took me a while to find him since we were all wearing dark green, but I finally spotted Marcus.  I trudged over to where he was standing and listened to the instructions given to us by our instructor. I stood behind the line painted on the ground and got ready to run.  I heard a sharp whistle and darted forwards, toward the obstacle coarse.  

I was around half way through the coarse, wading through a mud puddle, when I noticed something.  A male with dark skin and hair the colour of chocolate was getting critiqued more than anyone else, even though he was ahead of most every one.  Marcus had always been observant, and one day, he told me that people with dark skin were sometimes treated poorly for no reason.

I stopped in my tracks and waded toward the shore of the make-shift marsh and toward the racist instructor.  "Don't pick on him just because of the colour of his skin!" I said crossly.  "He's probably better at this then anyone else here!"  My voice was raised , but I didn't care.  It's unfair to him!"  I took a step towards my instructor, but I felt a hand on my shoulder.  I looked over and saw the boy with dark skin mouthing "he's not worth it."  I glared at my instructor and said "unless you treat him and all other people with dark skin the same that you treat the rest of us, I won't do anything for you."  We glared at each other for what seemed like eternity, until I felt a hand on my other shoulder.  The hand belonged to a girl with short brown hair and a look in her eyes that would make anyone under that gaze do whatever she says.  Other kids came and I felt their presence behind us as we stood right where we were until, finally, the instructor talked.