From the second my ball rolled onto Joy's lawn I knew I was not welcomed. I watched as she go up from her patio chair and walked over to me. She had a big fork the kind you would use to hold roasted chicken as you sliced it. I stood there paralyzed and confused why was she so mad at me? what did I do? And then she asked "is this your ball?"
"yes mam" I whispered looking down at her shoes they were pretty shinny and all clean light blue with white poka dots they were real pretty alright." I got it for Christmas since my moma said the dolls were too expensive.
Joy's face since to relax and something came over her face that I've never seen a white lady have, she had pity on her face. Then just before she turned away her neighbor came out to see her on her lawn he seemed to not like me talking to Ms. Joy but then she turned around and said "Scurry out'a here girl, he ain't like me he wont let you get away. With a swift move I picked my ball up and ran as the light of the sun disappeared casting a big black shadow behind me.
Excellent! What about that symbolism we were talking about for the 1st sentence?
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