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Hey there. I have this story. It's called southern girl. I'll tell it

My name is Kylie Evans. I am a young girl living in the south. I am southern. Not sure if I'm proud of it though. I just checked out my DNA test results, and it turns out I'm related to some bad people. Let's just say, the bad guys from the Civil War. How would my boyfriend, Aiden Wilson, feel if he found out. He's black. I feel a little cursed by this, so I dye my hair because I seem to think dying my hair will prevent that confederate blood from taking over my brain.

One day during school the Confederacy was brought up. Remember, I'm a descendant of those guys. It made me cry for a long time. Later that day, Aiden asked me what was wrong. I didn't want him, a black boy, to know I'm a descendant of some bad people. I told him it was just some hormonal issues.

I went back home to my dad. My dad actually likes the people we are related to, and I don't like him. Confederates weren't good people. He hangs up a confederate flag, wears gold and grey, and he speaks with a thick southern accent. I went to my room and barely even talked to him like usual. My boyfriend Aiden doesn't know my dad because I told Aiden to never go in my house. That night I decided to wake up and tear down the flag my dad hung up.

I woke up the next morning, a bit nervous. My dad yelled and asked, "Who took down nah Dixie flag?" I giggled a bit because I did it. When I looked in the mirror I noticed my hair dye was fading a bit. I worried, thinking that it would cause my blood to take over. I dyed my hair again and went to school.

When I went to school, some boys were laughing at me. One of the boys laughing at me was my neighbor, Bryce. He called me a "little confederate trying to hide herself." He said he saw the flag be taken down, and he knows I'm the one who did it. He told me I wasn't meant for Aiden because he's black. I was crying. I am glad Aiden didn't hear this. If he found out who I was related to, he would break up with me.

During lunch, Aiden came up to me and said he would always love me. I felt a little relieved. Then he asked, "Why can't I go to your house?" I told him, "My dad can be a little bit stupid sometimes. He'll ruin the moment." I knew a little stupid was an understatement. My dad literally rocks the confederate flag. Then Bryce came up and called me a little confederate again. I got annoyed. I told him why I took down the flag. Aiden told him that wasn't funny. Then Aiden said, "Now I know why I can't come to your house. Because your dad will hate me." I said yes and cried. Aiden told me it's not about who I'm related to, but how I react with who I'm related to. And I've been good.