Diana's Controversy: A Short Story

The whole day had a sort of demeanor about it, a melancholy demeanor. At least it did for me and most certainly my friend, Diana. The day was November ninth, 2016. You may think of this day as somewhat cliche, for it is the day after the election. Most obviously, elections cause controversy, but that was not what went down on this day. It’s a much more personal, fragile, delicate story. It was my friend sharing, entrusting me with her fears from Trump being elected. I felt exhausted, my eyes were heavy, all from lack of sleep the night before. You see, last night their was a sort of eagerness running through me to find out who our new president was. As my math teacher spoke of algebraic equations my mind could be farther from it. Finally,

I can hear the chatter of kids, laughter, maybe exuberation from some, sorrow from others. The whole day arose a multitude of emotions. I then say to Diana, “Everything will be ok.” She looks at me puzzled and says, “How? All I feel is fear, worries.” I looked at her, looking for the right word to say. My mind comes to the ultimate conclusion, I have no words to say to her to make any of this better. My mind right now is spinning, literally spinning. I suppose I never truly realized what Diana’s life was like in ways. Her mother an immigrant from Mexico, she associates herself so much with that culture. In many ways we related, our parents were divorced, w bth had not so great dads, we both were close to our families. This was one thing I couldn’t relate with her on, something I hadn experience with. Finally, I realized the only thing I really can do is listen. This recollection makes me understand nothing I say will be right. So that’s what I do. I sit there and here her sorrowful, frightened word bend themselves into a melody, a medley of dread for the next four years. At this time, for what was the first time in my life, I truly hated America. My mind had the words I don’t agree with this scorched deep into