He ran after me, trying to explain. "It's not what it looks like. She just came to say hi. She's no one!". I swore at him and ran all the way home. On...e in my own safe room, I'd collapsed and cried myself to sleep. Here, in the bar, the tears came back. They flowed thick and fast, and in my blurry vision I saw that I was attracting many sympathetic, curious, pitying glances. I hung my head to try and hide, but soon I felt a rough hand on my shoulder. "You alright?" asked a man's voice. I looked. "Someone must've been watching everything from in here," thought Jordan. She noticed the series of buttons that were inlaid on the surface of the table. Jordan idly flipped through the different scenes that the security cameras could show. So far, there wasn't much happening on the Island that was out of the ordinary. Everyone was busy at their day to day tasks. Jordan clicked the channel changer one last time, and suddenly a scene that she recalled all too well filled the scene. It was. Not only was he going to be a slave, he was going to be a slave to actual descendants of slaves. He was going to be subjected to tortures and punishments by individuals who had every right to seek sadistic and cruel revenge against white men who had historically done more evil than he had ever thought to imagine. The ever-popular adage, “My ancestors never owned any slaves,” didn’t seem like it would to matter very much to this team. The fact that he was white and had all the privileges that. I am in a hurry because its almost time for the meeting and I don't want to arrive late, that just would not do. I am especially looking forward to this meeting, because my favourite prefect and Head Girl is hosting the meeting.I arrive at the room with a couple of minutes to spare, the door is open so I walk in. There are the prefects from all the years present and most of the senior staff. I immediately scan the room and am surprised to see that Miss Kitten is not here. I have to say, that is.