Two Worlds Same Minds

Mixture 4

Carmelo -

Mama just talked to me about being careful about my actions, because Mrs. Pride doesn't trust you. And I don't blame her, you get out of control sometimes, but I still love you. But don't kiss Latoya in front of her parents, unless they say so, or if she makes the move. Okay? " Mama asked I nodded. " I know mama. Everything gone be fine, I promise. I ain't gone do nothing i'ma regret. " I said sticking out my pinky. She connected her to mine.

Mama hugged me, and I kissed her forehead.

Then Mrs.Pride walked out the room. Mama pulled away and followed her down the stairs.

I went back into Justice's room, and took my phone out and texted Terence.

Me: Wassup crooked teeth

Homie: Wassup u at J's house ?

Me: Yea wyd

Homie: Working out. N bruh i gotta tell u sum

Me: Wat?

Homie: I like Keyshia

Me: O.O u lyin

Homie: Straight up man

Me:  u like her?

Homie: She real, crazy, pretty, hilarious, and etc.

Me: Smh

Homie: Dnt judge me

Me: I ain't u can lik whoever u want. Its just that y'all been friends since 8th

Homie: Ik man, it's going to be awkward, especially if she dnt feel da same

Me: J and I can hook y'all up

Homie: Naw I wanna do it myself

Me: Aight.... n when u start liking her

Homie: Couple months ago. Its surprising ain't nun of y'all realize

Me: I dnt pay attention 2 yall

Homie: Yea, you 2 busy sticking ur tongue down J throat

Me: :D thts bae

Homie: Future bae. She ain't ur bae yet

Me: She is

Homie: Y'all together?

Me: No, n yes.

Homie: I c.

Me: Yea. but i ttyl

Homie: Aight ttyl

I turned my phone off, and looked over my shoulder seeing Justice sleep with her earphones is and they were loud.

I pulled out my homework, for English. We're doing open mike, and Justice in that class. I'm a write a poem for her.

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We were in class, as people raised their hands to read their poems. One i'm reading mine for Justice, and for that test grade. It's a big part of my grade. I was sweating under my arms, my legs shook, and my heart was beating so fast and hard, I couldn't hear anything else. Mr.Avid called me right after Richelle, a mixed girl with blonde brown hair, light brown eyes, pink full lips like Nicki Minaj, and she was slim and average height.

 

I walked up to the front of the class trying to compose myself. I tried to think happy thoughts, as I walked up.

Then I read my poem, and I was surprised by how sweet and confident I sounded, without stumbling over any words. I guess practicing in the mirror and calling Dee to get some help. ij really want this poem to be perfect especially for Justice.