After seeing Noah's dead body and reexperiencing Noah dying, Mia decided to have some breakfast with a friend.

Mia's friend Oliver was tall. He wore blue tattered jeans and a white golf shirt. His white collar was neatly done. He had brown eyes that radiated warmth and comfort. His lips were sticky from the maple syrup on his waffles. His black hair was in the shape of a buzz cut. He had a concave nose. His hands had blisters from cooking and his brown skin was covered in grease stains from working in his garage.

They sat at a table with a window to the main street to their right. Mia admirred looking at the cars passing by. Some old and some new. She could see stores across the main street, with parents and their children walking around. An old lady walked by the window, and looked at Mia. Mia waved, but to her surprise, the old lady glared at her and stuck her middle finger at Mia. This was usual for old people, they were mostly racist due to the times when they were children or young adults, when Blacks were hated and considered dangerous. But thinking of it, back then was the same as now, but now they FINALLY figured out that we're the same. But there is still racism all around. Mia was lost in her thoughts that when Oliver spoke, Mia jumped.

"Once again, why didn't we just eat at my house?", Oliver took a sip of orange juice. "I could've cooked breakfast in a giffy.", said Oliver.

Mia always knew Oliver to be biased about cooking his own meals and not someone for him. Oliver was one year younger than Mia, he was 21. He had lots of friends, one of them being Mia's cousin, Haley. Haley was a nosy girl who wanted to be part of everything. Haley could not keep secrets and had crazy ideas. She was not smart or athletic, but she always made Mia laugh, even when she didn't want to.

"So, why did you want to hang out again?", asked Oliver.

"I visited my old house and saw Noah's dead body."

"Dang, was it creepy?", asked Oliver.

Mia fiddled with her fork and stared at her pancakes. "Ya, I fainted as soon as I saw it. Then I dreamt of the moment where Noah died."

The door opened and two overweight white dudes entered the building. They wore thin gray shirts with black shorts. One of them had a goatee and the other had an oversized beard. They seemed to be serious and demanded to have their breakfast right away. They both radiated hatred.

"Find a table.", said the guy with a goatee. The lady at the front did not argue and rushed towards the kitchen.

"Who are they?", asked Mia.

"I think that they are the two Greg's. They are twins that have popped out of nowhere and suddenly, they're the boss. Apparently, Oliver Brown hired them to take care of any insecurities", said Oliver. "It sucks to have the same name as the worst person in America. I mean, why Oliver? Wasn't there a famous dude named Oliver Brown?"

"Just some welder.", replied Mia.

"Okay but, why vote William Brown?", asked Oliver.

The lady from the kitchen ran back out to the two men. "I'm so sorry, but all the tables are taken.", said the lady.

"Who cares! Give us a table.", said the guy in the goatee. He scanned the room until he met eyes with Mia. "Get rid of those Blacks, they have no right to be here.", he pointed towards Mia and Oliver.

Oliver stood up, "Excuse me, why do we have to go?", he gestured towards Mia.

"Oliver, let's just go.", replied Mia.

"No. Since when do we have to listen to you two? Are you two the bosses of the whole world? Do you decide who belongs and who doesn't? So, say that we don't belong here one more time. Just say it.", said Oliver.

"You son of a b-", said the guy in the goatee, until the other guy stopped him.

"This is exactly what this dumb and iresponsible boy wants. Don't give it to him.", said the guy with the oversized beard.

"So you're not just flesh and bones?", asked Oliver.

"Oliver, cut it out.", said Mia, but there was no stopping Oliver. He knew the pain and suffering that Blacks have to endure. The best thing Mia could do would be to sit and watch.

"Ah, confincing.", said the guy with the oversized beard. "What's your name?"

"Oliver, why?", asked Oliver.

"You see Oliver, sandwiches are good, but what about an Oliver sandwich?

The Greg's dove towards Oliver.

Lots of things happened.

The guy in the goatee flipped a table and sent it spiralling towards Oliver. Oliver noticed it and dashed to the right and avoided the table.

"Is that all you got?", asked Oliver with a smirk on his face.

The guy with the oversized beard grabbed Oliver's wrist and pulled him upwards, lifting Oliver off the ground.

"What are you going to do?", asked the guy with the oversized beard. "You're so dumb. Why would you even think about picking a fight with me, Dan?".

"Dan? What kind of name is that?", asked Oliver.

Dan's fist hovered over Oliver's head. "A name that you'll remember in hel-", Dan's voice was cut short by Mia's kick.

She thrust her leg into Dan's groin, leaving him wailing in pain. "Don't mess with me or my friend.", said Mia. She turned and stared at the guy with a goatee. He made no daring looks nor helped Dan instead, he ran to the doors. But before he could exit the restaurant, police cars drove up and surrounded the restaurant, sirens blaring. Cops immediately got out of the car, guns pointed at the dude with an oversized goatee.

The guy with the goatee lifted his hands above his head. "I'm with you cops, but the real danger inside." He turned around and pointed at Mia, who was staring, jaw dropped, at the cops.

Great - Mia thought - Now I'm the threat.

"Hold on there, why were you running away? Come with us, we aren't letting you guys get away with this.", said one of the cops eating a donut.

What's with cops and donuts?

After the scene had been cleared and the witnesses told what they saw to the cops, Mia and Oliver told their side of the story. They told the cop everything they saw and what happened. The cop nodded and reported to the chief. The chief made a lot of Mhm's Ah's.

The chief turned and faced the guy with the goatee, Mia and Oliver. "All your IDs are good. Greg.", the chief gestured towards the guy with the goatee. "You are being fined $4500, for damaged property. As for you.", he pointed to Oliver. "You are under arrest for not giving up your table to these guys and insulting them."

"What!? How is that a crime? I was defending myself. This dude.", said Oliver pointed at Dan on the floor. "He almost killed me, and I'm getting arrested?"

"Yep"

Mia jumped in, "Why? Is it because we're a different race? Is it because our skin colour is different than yours?"

"No"

"Then why is he getting arrested for doing nothing wrong?", asked Mia.

"I told you, the decision has been made. I can't change it", replied the chief.

"YOU MADE THE DECISION! YOU CAN CHANGE IT!", yelled Mia.

"Calm down lady, do you want to go to jail with him?", asked the chief.

"No."

"Then calm down."

"But, could you at least let Oliver go?". asked Mia.

"Sorry, he commited a crime. Chief's orders. Plus, get out of here, Blacks have no rights to be around the police without surrendering."

"But."

"No, now bye bye.", the chief made a little waving gesture.

Mia was so mad, she wanted to strangle him. Had he endured her life? All the pain and sorrow, meeting death and heartbreak. If he knew what she had been through, he would let Oliver go and apologize. But it was too long of a story, and the chief had already made his decision.

The chief and Oliver walked to one of the cops cars. Mia ran out yelling Oliver's name and saying goodbye.

"I will find you Oliver, one day."

As the chief closed the door and entered the car, Mia was crying. Mia watched helplessly as the police cars drove off, carrying Oliver inside.