Art and adversity

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This place fucking sucks. Teachers are always in my damn business, and it's getting on my nerve. Got kept after class and made me late for the next one. When I finally get there, the teacher's already pissed.

I was about ready to snap but then Imani starts talking and calmed me down. She's hella annoying with all that talking,

But lunch was a whole other disaster. Food was trash, couldn't even stomach it. So I skipped the rest of the day and came back later. But the damn school was locked up, and a whole damn lockdown started cause someone thought I broke in.

One guard starts coming at me
his fists clenched, his big ass was twice my size, with bulging muscles and a fierce scowl etched across his face.

He charged forward, his massive fists swinging towards Kam's face. I dodged to the side and landed a fierce blow to his ribs. He grunted in pain, but didn't quit . He came at me again, and this time connected with a uppercut that sent me flying backward.

I scrambled to my feet and braced myself for the next attack.

The guard lunged forward, aiming a powerful punch towards my head. I ducked under the blow and struck back

it wasn't long before the cops broke us up. I showed them my schedule and what not and they finally let me go.

Feeling relieved, I take some time to explore the school and stumble upon the art room. Ms. Wright was cool asf and even gave me materials to work with. Fuck the  shitty day I painted, my mind focused on creating something amazing

Then I come home and they can't give me a damn break. Asking a bunch of unnecessary questions, expecting me to spill out every damn thing. I can't deal with them anymore. Storm out and head to the park. Walk up, and Imani's there with a joint.

She then Tells me her dad wants to talk to me about basketball, I already know how judgmental he could be. But he ends up showing me some love, saying he'll hook me up with some connections.

Then I get back home, pissed off and at Alessandro . However, he calls me out on my attitude and tells me I need to communicate with them  From being annoyed to finding art to fighting security guards - it was too much. At least I ended up with a painting that I'm fucking  proud of.

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