Last Halloween, Annika had just entered her friend's annual (always boring) Halloween party in her sexy pizza costume. She saw her friends laughing with some blonde-white bitch dressed as a space cowboy. ‘Who the fuck?’ Annika thought as she approached them.
“Oh My Gee, hey girlie! It’s so funny to see you again!” the white girl said, giving her a big hug. Annika pulled away and responded, “Um, sorry, I don’t know who you are.” The white girl batted her eyelashes. “Girl, what do you mean? I met you an hour ago at this party! Your name is…”
At that exact moment, Annika linked eyes with the only other brown person at Chapman, Raveena, in her SpongeBob costume. The white girl shrieked, “....Raven! Like the weird bird or something, I fucking hate ravens, though.”
Annika felt goosebumps and realized the white girl was one of those mask racists that wears a shit ton of evil eyes and henna on her hands, whose face card presents ‘woke’ but actually is ‘RARA white power.’ She will—as long as she’s alive—never pronounce a brown person's name right.
“That’s not me, and her name is Raveena.”
“Ohhhh…sorry, it’s a pretty crazy name though, so who are you again?”
Annika had to explain to all her friends how this situation was racist.
