>In school
>Class time
>Black history month
>Sit next to Fluttershy for this class
>Teacher rambling on
>You don't really care but oh well
>Only two black people in class
>They get spiritual and shit whenever it's this month
>Might as well watch Roots
>Fluttershy scribbling away on her notebook
>Look over
>Doodling stick figures lol
>Take closer look
>White sticks lynching black sticks
>Well, Fluttershy always was wei-
>What the fuck?
 
"Uhh...Fluttershy?"
 
>Fluttershy, unaware of your wandering eyes gives you a lazy response
 
>"Yes Anon?"
 
"What the fuck are you drawing?" you whisper
 
>Fluttershy snapped back to reality
>Sorry Slim but not this time
 
>"Wha?! Oh this?! Haha, this, this is nothing?! Just zoned out a bit heehee.."
 
"Riiiight" you say before returning your attention to the teacher
 
>Fluttershy sheepishly tucked herself behind her head before crumpling up her drawing
>Finally, the teacher finished
>There goes the bell to go to lunch
>You were on your way out until..
 
>"YO! Who the fuck threw this?!"
 
>Ohshitnigger.png
 
>"Aight niggas? Who the fuck threw this paper at me? This nigga drew some racist ass shit right here"
 
>Apparently someone threw Gilbert a paper
>Fucking shit, it was Fluttershy
>Surely she meant for it to go into the trash can
 
>Quickly, you pull Fluttershy out of the classroom before Rise of the planet of the apes start live
>Fluttershy looks worried
>You stop nearby your lockers
 
"Fluttershy, you have to be more careful!"
 
>"I know..It won't happen again..but.." she paused
 
>"It was pretty fun teehee!" she whispered to you
 
"Fluttershy....Are you racist?"
 
>Fluttershy retreats a bit, but then looks to you
>She raises her right hand to you then pulls up her sweater sleeve
>On her wrist you could see a marking
>Good fucking God
>It's the smallest swastika you ever seen
>It even has those dots in-between the crevices
>Except for dots it's hearts the size of pin pricks
 
"Okay..cool, that's cool, I'm friends with a damn neo-nazi, during black history month" You start
 
"Was that crumpled paper even an accident back there?"
 
>Fluttershy looked scared
>She looked down at her feet
 
>"When I was little, my father was killed by a black homeless man, he always told me I should never feel scared in my own neighborhood, but I always do"
 
>You knew she was just a basket case