Kuto had always been a bit of an outsider. He was never quite sure why, but he always felt like he didn’t quite fit in with the other kids at school. Maybe it was because his hair was a different color than everyone else’s, or maybe it was because he always seemed to be wearing clothes that were a little too big for him. Either way, Kuto always felt like an outcast.

That feeling only intensified when Kuto’s family moved from their home in Japan to Jamaica. It wasn’t just that Kuto didn’t know anyone in Jamaica; it was also that he looked so different from everyone else there. His blond hair and pale skin stood out in stark contrast to the dark skin and Afro-textured hair of the people around him. Even his clothing seemed strange to the locals, as if he were trying to dress like something out of a movie or TV show instead of like a real person.

The other kids at school quickly began to tease Kuto about his appearance, calling him names and making fun of his clothes. It quickly became clear that Jamaican culture wasn’t going to be as welcoming as Japanese culture had been. In fact, it seemed downright hostile at times.

The final straw came when someone hacked off most of Kuto’s hair while he was sleeping one night. When he woke up and saw himself in the mirror, his heart sank into his stomach and tears welled up in his eyes. He knew then that there was no place for him here; no matter how hard he tried, he would always be an outsider looking in on Jamaican life., 500 words