I wanna go with C., but I may be wrong.
the one who kills you in a few seconds so you do not have t think about diying
Answer and Explanation:
"The Skin I'm In" is a story about racism, prejudice, bulling, insecurity, white supremacy, impunity, self-esteem, support, sense of belonging and self-expression. The author uses Maleeka's life and all the problems related to it and its appearance to portray such important themes that are more present in reality than what we imagine.
In relation to these themes, I do not believe that the author should modify the end of the story, or even change the end of the characters. In order to achieve the objectives of the narrative and present all these themes in a realistic way, it is necessary that each character has the ending that he had. Especially Maleeka, who presents with her mistakes, embraces her own personality and speaks the truth about the things that are happening to her, without protecting anyone out of fear or the need for friendship.
The end of each character represents the end that each archetype they represent must be in real life, so the story is identifiable and personal for all those who read it.
It was a brisk summer evening. Gray came to the edge of the lake that surounded his grandparents summer house. He looked at the sunset for a while and then remebered what he has promised to his grandmother Lily. Book was hanging from his pocket, as he stepped over a rock and sat on the moss covered ground. The sun was turning the horizon into the warmest hug. The book belonged to his mother Anna, who passed away just over a year ago. Since then, Gray has been living with his grandparents in the country side. Anna was a beautiful woman, who served as a public defender. She was not at home a lot of the times, which meant that Gray had to learn how to take care of himself since the early age. He had a lot of friends from school and he spent a lot of time playing with them around the neighboorhod. He never met his father and Anna never cared to speak about him. It all happened so suddenly. One night, his mother was rushed to the hospital and he never saw her again. He could not remember the last conversation they had, but it was probably something related to his home work and his lack of discipline. He never enjoyed studying. His mind was alwyas set on some skeem or a project that he needed to complete. Sitting and reading seemd so boring and unnececcary. As he was opening the first page of the book, a piece a of paper fell into his lap and he recognized his mothers writting. The sun casted the last rays of golden light and he started reading, rushing through the words before the nightfall.
