Prejudice & Racism
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The red 4x4 spun sideways as the driver slammed on the brakes and yanked the steering wheel. The truck skidded toward Dakota's truck. I couldn't see the driver because the passenger side was sliding toward us. I could see the passenger though. He wore a mask over his face. And he was pointing a rifle at us through the open window.
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Coach was running us like there was no tomorrow. I guessed that was the idea. For everybody except twelve of us there wasn’t going to be a tomorrow because he was picking the team after this tryout.
