Ever since the incident… they’ve haunted my dreams. Black people… they took her from me… they’re all responsible… Veronica, god fucking dammit, you were MINE. You belonged to ME. Just because I don’t play fucking lacrosse or I have E.D. doesn’t mean I can be denied what’s rightfully mine! God dammit… every time my parents tell me to look to God, I look up, and all I can see is the man who brought black people into this world. God didn’t want this. God has made mistakes, and I fear those mistakes with my life. Those mistakes are the reason Veronica and I haven’t had 30 kids. God, I miss the way her voluptuous chest glistened in the morning sun. We knew each other so well, she sat 2 seats left of me in chem. And then black people have the NERVE to trick her into running away from me, straight into their inescapable clutches. It was clearly consensual. She bumped into me in the hall, that means we’re fated to be together. Anyways, if I ever see one again, I’m going into cardiac arrest. Black, stay back!