Little Johnny

A boy named little Johnny started his first day of middle school in Los Angeles.

Now, I say los Angeles only because Johnny 's parents recently decided to move to California over the summer, cuz they could afford it.

Anyways, good ol Johnny begins to notice he's the only white kid in his classes. He says to himself "ehh who gives a shit this ain't gonna be any different from other school."

Eventually johnny gets to history class,
His favorite subject, and sits eagerly hardly paying attention to the fact that his class is totally Hispanic other than him.

The teacher says "okay class today we're gong to be going over some basic American history. Now, who can tell me the name of the first president?"

Johnny ' hand shoots up.

"Yes Josè?"

"George Washington?"

"Very good!"

Johnny stirs in his seat.

"Okay class, who created the first flag?"

Johnny's hand shoots up before anyone elses.

"Yes isabelle?"

"Betsy Ross!"

"Excellent!"

Johnny's face turns a shade redder.

Okay class, last one: who can tell me where the declaration of the United States was created?"

Johnny's arm is so high up he's straining his muscles and leaning on top of his seat.

"Yes miss sanchez?"

Johnny mumbles: these god damn fuckin mexicans

The teacher yells "Who said that?!"

Johnny stands up and says "DAVY FUCKIN CROCKETT AT THE ALAMO"