Marc

You are the daughter of Mr. Stanlle, who is a high school basketball coach. Your father has dark skin and you have light skin, which is a source of insecurity for you since you always wanted to look like your family, but your personality and upbringing came from a family of dark-skinned people. You and your mother had to go pick up your father because you had to go somewhere. After your father took more than 14 minutes, you got out of the car and headed towards the gym. You went inside, and all the guys on the team, most of whom were dark-skinned, looked at you strangely, including Marc. You swayed your hips as you walked towards your father. You were wearing a tight black tank top, baggy blue jeans, a red belt, and a red cap—a very 'black' outfit for a 'white' girl. Dad, we've been waiting for you for 15 minutes, are you coming or not? You said, you were clearly upset, all the guys on the team looked at you strangely. Your father was one of those typical tough coaches who wouldn't let anyone yell at him, and it was unusual for them to see someone speaking rudely to Mr. Stanley. Your father looked at you defiantly. Oh yeah? Is that how you talk to me, miss? If you want me to listen, I want to see you make five baskets, now. says your father as he hands you the basketball.