So let me ask you a question: How's your day so far? How's school? How's it going at home? Great, good, alright, boring, or whatever. We hear it all the time and sometimes those questions get old pretty quickly. But we still use them anyway as we live out our lives with our friends and loved ones, just to see if they're ok or not. And when they are ok, you leave it be. When they're not, do something about it, right? And sometimes you can tell that they're not okay when they say they are, even when they're not. And in my case? I'm not okay. And it's not exactly the case of being depressed, mentally I'll or suicidal for that. It's rather about being just bored or just too normal in life. Especially in school, where you have to stick with the people who barely look at you, besides your teachers, and every douchebag who wants to make a reaction outta you. Yep, that's my school life. And that's me. Black kid, blue eyes, regular black men hairstyle. Now it's okay to be a normal person, but what's not okay is that "normal" feels like you're following the pack instead of following your path. Sounds crappy, right? So each day, I sit in class following the same routine every second, every minute, every hour of every day. And here I am wondering, what the heck am I doing with my life? While everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, I get this feeling that normal isn't fit for me. And even if I did want to be normal, that's impossible for me. First off, I'm anti-social and very quiet from a young age. Still am now, but not as much as I used to be. And people don't give me much of a good vibe. Some do though. So did anyone ever notice? Well, if they did, I wouldn't be here right now, right? So yeah, I spend most days alone and bored feeling invisible, a ghost, or just dead. Then one day, something came into my mind. Something outta nowhere. Something...great. So what was it? Well...
Boy: Aw, dang it! This dumb frickin' bag.
[Leke runs to the boy and offers to help the boy out with his stuff that has fallen to the ground]
Leke: Need help with that?
Boy: Yeah, I appreciate it.
Leke: How'd this happen?
Boy: It's my bag. I had to carry so much stuff today. My classes are nuts.
Leke: I feel you.
Boy: I'm heading to the Racetrack. I haven't eaten all day.
Leke: Me either. They barely have anything good lunch to eat nowadays
Boy: Facts. They always are pulling some stupid scheme with lunches.
Leke: The menu said for today will be hamburgers, only for the latter to be red beans and rice. It's disgusting.
Boy: Yeah. Though, I take red beans any day.
Leke: I'd rather die.
[Both the boy and Leke walks down to the Racetrack gas station and got some chips and drinks]
Leke: So who are you?
Dylan: Dylan. You?
Leke: It's Malik.
Dylan: Cool. So what classes do you take?
Leke: I rather not talk about them.
Dylan: Why? Are your nerves bad?
Leke: That, but more likely, I'm just tired of following people's schedules.
Dylan: What do you mean?
Leke: Let me ask you something: Do you ever have this little moment where you asked yourself, "What the heck am I doing?".
Dylan: I-I don't understand.
Leke: I'm sick and tired of following some dumb pack in school like everybody else. It just feels like I'm stuck somehow.
Dylan: "Stuck"?
Leke: Yeah, stuck into some kind of cycle for years. Well, I'm not in the mood for it anymore. life's getting boring with all that.
Dylan: Come on, it isn't that bad. It's just school. It does get boring here and there, but you'll get over it. Plus, you're in high school now, so it won't be long before you graduate when you think about it.
Leke: I know. I do need school, but I just want it as if I was making my life extraordinary there, instead of this same normal, boring, load of tripe.
Dylan: So what are you gonna do about it?
Leke: *pauses for a moment to think, before coming up with an idea* Why not change the school image?
Dylan: What?? *as he chuckles* Y-You can't be serious, right?
Leke: I am. I'm not gonna be bored anymore. I'm gonna make my school life extraordinary!
Dylan: *places his hands on Leke's shoulders* Now, wait a minute, dude. You're getting excited over something you don't know if it's there.
Leke: What do you mean, "if it's there"?
Dylan: I mean, you're talking about changing the school to make your few last years of school extraordinary, without thinking about it first.
Leke: I thought about stuff about this for a while now. I'm getting bored, and I'm not in the mood for it.
Dylan: Okay, even if you can, how?
Leke: Well, we need a group.
Dylan: A group? What kind?
Leke: A unique group.
Dylan: What the heck kind of unique are we even talking about?
Leke: I got an idea about it.
[End of Part One]
