Halfway: A Short Story

Words: 369
Pages: 2

Ms. Couch said,

Go home and write a page tonight. and let that page come out of you- Then, it will be true.

Sometimes I think about the bubble I’ve been kept it.
I’m fifteen, white, privileged, raised in the Northside.
I go to Lane, a small school in North Center.
The award winning public school connecting kids from all over the city. The kids driving in from nice lakefront apartments, and kids taking over an hour to get there from the South side.
I had gone to a very wealthy, privileged school with little diversity.
It wasn’t until I got to Lane that I got to see the other side of Chicago.

I was walking with my friend, strolling away from a train station in the South side.
I hadn’t been to the South side very much,