Down Bitch *Plus size story*

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Joi POV

I sighed walking onto the bus and I sat in my everyday spot.

I never understood how people could be so loud everyday early in the morning. Just screaming at the top of their lungs.

I got off the bus and walked straight to Mr. Jone's class. I actually didn't mind that class. I actually enjoyed working with the cameras and computers.

"Hey, Mr. Jones!" I yelled in excitement.

"What's up?" he said. "Good morning. Come in and get to the do now." I nodded but decided to do different stuff.

This is the only class I actually enjoy and I also like to learn a lot of stuff on my own.

When the bell had rung I sped to Mrs. Adams class.

History class is not my least favorite class but I don't really like it. The teacher is a ball of energy though and she has a way to make you feel really welcomed and feel good.

We all took our seat and some boy walked in. I had never seen him before and he looked so handsome.
He sat in front of me and smiled at me.

I instantly felt comfortable with him. For some reason his energy was welcoming.

"Wussup, I am Jamal" I nodded.

"I am Joice, joy-ce." He smiled.

"Okay guys. We left off on page eighteen can somebody tell me about what we learned." She looked around and nobody raised their hand. "So nobody can help me?" She looked around in disbelief.

"We were talking about the push and pull movement in the gilded age era" I said and she smiled.

"Yes. Thank you" she cheered. "We were talking about the in some of you guys said facade that American had going on in 1860s to 1896 and we were talking about the pull and push movement where different countries would pushed out people and because America-"

I pulled out my notebooks and started taking notes as she spoke.

"Hey" I heard James or whatever call out.

"Yes?" I asked, still looking at my notebook taking notes.

"You got a piece of paper" I looked up at him to see if he was serious.

"Your first day and you don't have a single piece of paper." I shook my head and pulled out my binder and handed him whatever I pulled out.
What is the point of even coming to school without your supplies like I will never understand that at all.

"Thank you." He shot me a smile.

"You welcome" I nodded at him.
All that cute stuff does not even Impress me at all.

After history class I made my way to the gym. I went to the girl locker room and changed into my gym clothes and I walked up and everybody was sitting around talking and I just sat in the bleachers waiting for the teacher to start. I put my head in my hands and I felt someone sit next to me.

"Don't come over here with the bullshit you know I don't like y'all" I said without even moving my head.

"My bad I thought-" I looked up at him.