One day, a girl named Laura was on the bus on her way home. She was 9 years old and in the 5th grade. Everyday, this chubby white girl named Quenisha bothered her, called her names, and threw her stuff. Because this was Laura’s first year in the U.S., she trusted a kid to translate what Quenisha was telling her, but he translated wrong. Laura always felt alone. She didn't want to tell her grandma about Quenisha because her grandma wouldn't believe her. Why didn't anyone stand up for her?
Quenisha started hitting Laura every day on the bus. The bus driver saw Quenisha hitting Laura every day, calling her all kind of names, and throwing dirty things at her, but the bus driver didn't do anything to stop Quenisha. One day, poor Laura was mad and in such a rush that she was praying “ I don't want this girl to start bothering me today please.” When Laura got on the bus, Quenisha was there to start hitting her and bothering her. Laura thought, “Oh God, help me.” Then Quenisha started throwing her things.
Laura was dirty when she got to her house. Her grandma said, “What happened to you?” “Grandma, there is a white chubby girl calling me immigrant, hitting me, and throwing my things on the floor,” Laura replied.
Later that week, when Quenisha was on the front seat of the bus waiting for Laura, Laura said patiently, “Please don't hit me. Leave me alone. I’m not in the mood.” Quenisha didn't listen. She hit Laura. Then, Laura got more mad. She grabbed Quenisha’s hair and start hitting her.
Weeks later, Quenisha’s mom went to the school to report Laura, saying Laura was bullying her daughter. But you know that is not the truth. Laura was the one getting bullied, just for being short with long hair, caramel skin, and eyes like coffee with milk. Just for being Latina. Quenisha was being racist.