That next morning I got up late. Which meant getting a shower and picking my wardrobe out faster. I usually make good times with taking the shower. Its the wardrobe part is the struggle part for me. Its because I have a few outfits I like but, the ones my parents like...Let's just say they're “ignorant” fashion wise. I took a long look in the mirror then walked out of the house. I stood at the bus stop for at least 10 minutes, until someone repeatedly yelled my name. I furrow my eyebrows glancing over at Chris. I sighed loudly. I walk over to him so he'd stop announcing my name to the neighborhood. "What's up?" He asked. "Did you seriously just scream at the top of your lungs, to ask me that?" I say with irritation. "Yeah, what's wrong with that?" He replies simply. I can see several things wrong with it. "Look. What do you want before I miss my bus?" I say straightforward. "Well since you didn't want a ride I guess you can take the bus." Chris says smirking. I know something's wrong now. He's not acting right. I turn around to see that my only form of transportation is driving down Fullerton Ave. I turn back around and look at Chris.
As he looks around also whistling like he doesn't see me standing here. "You did that on purpose." I say in resentment. "Did what?" He says acting innocent. "Are you going to give me a ride or what?" I say. "I was. But -" "But what? Its a yes or no question." I say aggressively.
"Yeah." He awnsers "Didn't have to be so rude about it." Chris mumbled. "What was that?" I ask.
The ride to school was silent. Chris pulled out a rolled up joint as he parked. I began panting uncontrollably nervous. Every body crowded around me laughing. "This dude choking on something!" Wardell said. The crowd erupted in laughter. Anthony burst through the crowd. He patted my pockets down searching for my inhaler. "Why they touching each other? What y'all think this is some fruity pebbles?" Wardells brother Melvin chimed in. I grab my inhaler and breath slowly. Melvin kicked my inhaler out of my hands causing me to pant. Wardell takes Chris' blunt just to blow the smoke in my face. Causing me to become light headed. Anthony retrieved my inhaler and walking me to 1st period Science. I walk in nearly before the bell rings. Mr. Malloy looks over to me as the bell rung indicating that I'm late. "Ah, Mr. Neverson late again are we." He says. "I got in here before it rang." I explain. "I'm trusting you. Take a seat." He instructs me. I take my seat. My desk had a blue sticky note attached to it.
“ Yo u really must be the dummest nigga eveh. U a waste of life gae asz”
I don't know why it offended me so much. Whoever wrote this obviously couldn't have possibly passed the 3rd grade without cheating on his test. Probably not even smart enough to that though.
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