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LUCIA -CELESTE BROOKS
tuesday 6:25 amI walked threw the doors of my school already having the urge to leave As I reached the cafeteria luckily being able to dodge all the "Where my hug at?" ass niggas and the "Lemme borrow a dollar till tomorrow" mfs I heard my name being called
"Touchie" One of my friends Evelyn dragged hugging me from behind
"Touchie you just missed two fights, look i got her weave" My other friend Harley announced loudly making us gain a couple of stares
"y'all are embarrassing , lemme see that" I sighed while grabbing the single track from Harleys hand
I wasn't surprised I missed a fight if i'm being honest, that's all these students do at my school there's always some new drama every day and don't get me wrong I enjoy watching a good argument unfold but what they where fighting over began to make less and less sense
I just didn't get how you let a skinny empty book bag no lotion and ashy lipped little boy get you beside yourself
Like I could never disrespect myself over a nigga that's just going to jump onto the next thing with two legs and a hole
"Deep in thought are we ?" Evelyn asked laughing a bit
"yeah just thinking about how these below average ass niggas be having our black women dick whipped" I admitted giving the track back to harley
As we walked down the hall we started to hear faint screams and then two people ran past us
Immediately I looked back , confusion laced all over my face then I saw it two boys with water guns and balloons in their hands
It was an ongoing occurrence I truly didn't know why they did it but every month these two boys would torment anyone they saw in the halls throwing and shooting them with water if they were caught
Me and my friends knew better so we began to run pushing past people and it was looking pretty good until I was violently pushed down to the ground landing on my wrist
"FUCK" I yelled in pain holding onto it
Everyone was running and no one noticed me no one at all I couldn't even get up if i tried constant bodies running and jump over and around me
I was trying my best to stay calm but it was hard, i was finally able to get up with the assistance of some girl
"You good?" she asked with a concerned look planted over her face
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