On getting home, my new home-school teacher had arrived. She was beautiful – Her name was Mrs. Basset and she seemed nice to me. Well, I shrugged “got to get used to being homeschooled”.

Also, the fact people aren’t nice to you doesn’t mean you shouldn’t be nice to them. She was to teach arts. I had questions in that topic.

I still wondered why some whites didn’t like blacks. Was it due to skin color or there was a misunderstanding some time?

Well, that would be all in America’s history. And since I’m into arts, I’ll come by it one day.

Speaking of being art inclined, I wasn’t really...