Home Read What's New Join
My Account Login

Read Our Devotional             2016 Opportunities to be Published             Detailed Navigation

The HOME for Christian writers! The Home for Christian Writers!
The Official Writing Challenge



how it works
submission rules
guidelines for
choosing a level


submit your entry
read current entries
read past entries
challenge winners

Our Daily Devotional HERE
Place it on your site or
receive it daily by email.



how it works   Submit

Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Write in the HISTORICAL genre (05/03/07)

TITLE: One of the Nine
By Allison Egley


September 22, 1957

Dear Journal,
I can't believe it. I start school at Central High School tomorrow with eight other Colored folk. I can't believe this is happening. I really don't know what to expect. I know there will be some hostility. Why can't people understand that we are just like them? We didn't choose to be Colored. We can't choose that any more than they can choose their eye color. Momma says I've got to practice speaking and writing "proper" English if I want to fit in, so I guess I'll practice here. Even though I don't know what will happen tomorrow, I know that the Lord Almighty will keep me safe.

September 23, 1957

Dear Journal,
Today was harder than I expected. I expected the controversy. I even expected the yellin'. What I didn't expect was the open hostility. They had to get a police escort for us. I think even the police were a bit resentful and were jus' doing their job. People were shoutin' and cursin' at us. I cringed every time I heard the "N' word. What's so hard 'bout calling us "Colored?" I don't really care what they call us. Anything is better than the "N" word.

I thought it would get better once I got to class. I thought my generation was more open to change. They ain't. They didn't even try to hide the fact that they were talking about us. It was like they didn't think we could understand them. We may say some things differently, but we can still understand them. We ain't dumb. We ain't deaf either. Some of them even said everything they were thinking to my face. The teachers didn't even try to stop them. Some even joined in. I thought the teachers would at least have the sense not to say anything. But I guess their generation don't think much of us. It hurt. But I refused to let the tears fall. Least not 'til I got home.

September 30, 1957

Dear Journal,
Sorry I ain't written much lately. School has been crazy. I'm so far behind everyone else 'cause I didn't get a good education like most of them. The teachers have no sympathy. They seem to think since I got myself in here, I must be smarter than everyone else. Maybe I'm jus' imaginin' it, but I think the teachers like to ask me the hard questions so everyone can laugh at me.

Some things are better though. No one talks to me. Better than everyone callin' me names. I trys to start conversations, but they ignore me. Pretend they can't hear me. Now who's deaf?

October 3, 1957

Dear Journal,
School's improvin'. A few of us Colored folk have lunch together, so we sit at our own table away from everyone else. We try to tune out the jeers that come, but it's hard. We jus' talk amongst ourselves. They all havin' similar experiences to me. We thought by now we'd fit in a bit more, but it's not happnin'. I'm a gettin' sloppy in my English too. It's hard speakin' and writin' like them white folk! They talk so fancy.


December 20, 1957
I jus' got the best Christmas gift ever! One of the white gals in class, Mary, has been talkin' to me like a real person. Today, she gave me a present! A hairclip she made herself. She told me she wants to invite me over to her house, but she don't think her parents would like that. She's gonna talk about me to her folk over break like I'm a "normal" person, as she says. She's gonna ask if I can come over, and not mention than I'm Colored. Oh, I can't believe I may get to go to a white folks' house! Oh, Lord Almighty, let it be true!

January 7, 1958

Dear Journal,
I went to Mary's house today! Her parents were surprised when they saw me, but they handled it well. They didn't throw a fit or anything. Her mom makes the some of the best chocolate chip cookies. I never thought anyone could make 'em as good as Momma, but these were almost as good. Now that Mary's talkin' to me, school's better. She's even gonna' help me catch up! She says she'll be my personal tutor. School's just gonna' keep gettin' better. I can't wait. Praise the Lord Almighty!

Author's Notes:
Elizabeth Eckford was one of the members of "The Little Rock Nine," a group of nine African Americans to attend Central High School in Little Rock Arkansas. They are known as the students who first broke the color barrier in American public schools.


The opinions expressed by authors may not necessarily reflect the opinion of FaithWriters.com.
Accept Jesus as Your Lord and Savior Right Now - CLICK HERE
JOIN US at FaithWriters for Free. Grow as a Writer and Spread the Gospel.

This article has been read 1100 times
Member Comments
Member Date
Chrissi Dunn05/12/07
Oh, how brave those nine were! What an experience for them all. I suppose although they knew it was quite an ordeal, they still saw that they were making history by being present in this school.

You portrayed the events effectively as a diary entry, and kept me gripped the whole way through. Well done!
Mo 05/14/07
Interesting & well done.
Rita Garcia05/14/07
I like the format you chose to tell this story, it worked!
Patty Wysong05/14/07
I liked the diary entries, they showed the flow of things and her feelings so well. Her vocabulary was great--you could see her struggle with proper English and her desire to learn. What bravery! Good job! :-)
Joanne Sher 05/15/07
I loved the format you used for this - you definitely got me into her head. Enjoyed this very much.