"You've had more than six months of vacation."
"I ain't going. I don't need it."
"I think you do. Your brothers told me you're gonna be a rapper. That's a lot. A dancer, a rapper..."
"That's why I ain't going to school. I ain't got time for that crap. Can I go, Uncle G? The guys are waiting downs-"
"Rappers master the language. Can you do that?"
"'Course I can."
"You got good grades in English?"
No, only in physical education.
"Yes. The highest."
"Hm, fine. Well, I got something for you."
"Nah, nah. No books. I'm out."
"Here."
"I told ya I don't wan- What's this?"
The Hist-History Of Hip-Hop...
It was a thin and red book.
"What does it say, Traviz?"
"The History Of Hip-Hop."
"That's a very interesting book-"
"Sorry, I'm not reading this. Bye."
He went to the street's dance with the guys and their respective girlfriends. "No, Tiger," Aaron had said. "I ain't got girlfriends. I got girls. Women. Chicks. 'Kay?"
Traviz had become the girls' mascot. Aaron didn't mind, he thought it was funny. He spent a whole week calling Traviz "my cutie wigga tiger". Torture. Nate, on the other side, was jealous. So fun.
"Nate."
"What."
"We're gonna hang out. Jessi and I. Can't go witchu guys. Sorry."
"What? Hell no."
"Hell yes."
"What the hell is she-"
"Ah, she's buying me some presents. You know, for my birthday."
"Your birthday was two months ago, and she gave you that-"
"Yeah, but she damn loves me, that ain't enough. That's what she said. Peace out, big bro."
Every night, he would find the Hip-Hop book over his pillow.
Really...
G.Klo's persistence was so irritating. Like, c'mon!
"I gotta be with the guys to see their rehearsal, at night. I ain't gon miss it for the damn world."
"That's not a problem, kid. You can still go to school."
"Not a chance, next week I got the battle."
"People of your age battle during afternoons-"
"Who says I'm battling with them? They're so lame, gimme a break. Did you see last month? That ginger kid, he was-"
"Yes. You won all-"
"So? I did it. Why do I have to do it again? That was boring, I thought I'd sleep while dancing, for real..."
"Are you ready to compete with the big guys, then?"
"They ain't big, I'm reaching their height. And yeah, I'm damn ready. Aaron said I'm ready. Aaand, he didn't go to school, either. He's one of the best-"
"Nate did. Completed High School. And he is surely the best dancer at Levion, nowadays..."
"Ugh, whatever."
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General FictionHis world was gasoline and spark. From flame to flame the boy carried on his life. This is the life of Traviz O'Brien. He is just a boy, engulfed by the flames of a harsh world. An angry rich father, a crying mother, a cruel friend. Until the very d...
