Before Autumns End

Chapter Two : Malik

After Malik took his shower and brushed his teeth , and Put on his favorite outfit that he loved dearly. a red hoodie , 5 gold chains not one not 3 but 5! Solid gold chains . Gifted to him in a disposable cardboard box with the words staring back at him " happy birthday " that he received on his 13th birthday by his " father " ." and as he picked up his jet black smooth iPhone and his Ear buds that played his music exactly how he liked it ( Loud ) and heavy . and took his solid deep steps outside of his safe zone which many would call simply a house . he smelt the brisk air and the sounds of leafs cracking caressed his ears before putting his music on , sounds of Car horns and asphalt entered his eye gates as he saw everything for a split second seem lucid and vivid . he walked 6 blocks to the nearest train station signs on buildings all words he sees as he listens to one of his favorite songs ( days come and go by Lil Uzi Vert)
all the words he sees get more vivid and straightforward. Almost like they are trying to tell him something as he inches near and closer to the train station he sees a specific sign that stops him in his tracks as his eyes gleam and glare and stare over the words . " who you are now , is be better then who you where " a sudden rush of anger and confusion mixed with disbelief rushes his mind as he is staggered behind such a claim . " hmph they talking out they ass now " as he puts his music back on and starts to walk a little more faster and more of with a grudge. He suddenly gets to the train station where a bench drenched with graffiti head to toe side to side . He decides to rest his self , and says to him self.    " they have no idea " and decides to take a nap before the train station comes.

Now to understand the sudden anger and rush of anger and frustration of the claim that who and what he is now is better then who he was . Let me take you back to a younger Malik Amir a 16 year old boy who just started sophomore year , like many sophomores he was exited for the 2nd year of high-school. although the tropes of freshman year was fun and entertaining. The excitement of sophomore year was indulgent to young Malik he was , prepared for what ever came his way in the 180 days of sophomore year . He tried to keep his self focused like many day you should be , the usual ( focus on grades , stay away from drugs , don't worry about girls ) was a mantra and a ritual he kept playing back into his head. The first 3 months was going according to plan you see grades where never a issue . Unlike for some others he stayed out of drugs like Percocet or Molly , he stayed clear of girls although he did see some that he was fond of . Malik to that point always kept his head dead set on school , Until 11:35 04/21/21 came . As Malik walked into Ms.Jamison's class and sat in the third desk to the right of the class not to far away from the projector . after 11:45 struck on the digital clock seen across from the hall sitting like many of the students in the class, a cream sound coming from the Door at the head of the class , and a young lady came in and immediately caught Malik's eye , like a football in a football game when it's thrown all the attention he once had shifted onto the chocolate skinned short plum , black lady that walked into his class room with a little under 20 minutes before Noon . he's never seen this girl beforehand let alone even acknowledged her existence. His eyes where dead locked he looked at her bouncy and beautiful lips drenched in gloss but not at a huge rate to where it looked sloppy . The nose ring that was placed beautifully on her nose . The glasses on that made her eyes seem more vivid , he watched her all the way till she sat to her seat that was only 4 seats down from him , Suddenly his lustful trance was broken when he realized and said to him self . " I might look like a creep rn just sitting here and staring" , Although his trance may have broken his thought process and mind at the time spoke to him in a different way . Deep in his cerebellum he stated to himself " I gotta speak to that woman " , he called her woman out of respect bc the way that she looked trumped and was above any ole girl he has saw . Even if they where the same age to her she looked like a woman .

As lunch came about at 12pm , the constant slop thst is served on lunch trays and the same old carton of milk that gives the school kids diarrhea was served along with it . As the lunch room aroma was filled with the smell of nicotine , strong cologne and Body odor as usual . None of that phased young Malik as he wanted to know more about the specimen he just saw . His eyes would lock and unlock onto her in his head a repetitive moment of words was sprouted thru his head . " stop staring " , " but she looks good " , " you making it weird lik " is what he is telling to himself as his hazel brown eyes where gazed upon the young woman he just saw in class . As he watched the young lady he looked away to get a pen out of his bag , why a pen you might ask ?. Malik would always click the bottom of a ballpoint pen when he would be nervous . He picked up this terrible habit during first grade recess, when the proctor at the time caught him stealing snacks out of Ms . Albany's class room . He clicked the pen so hard and fast his thumb grew sore . And today was no different he clicked the bottom of the ballpoint pen hard and fast each click being louder then the next but as he looked up again to see the melanated goddess he once saw before , this time it was different because as he looked back at her . Fear was dropped into his chest , like the feeling you get when your mother or father yells at you and says " let me see your phone " or that feeling you get in a scary movie when the music deepens at such a frequency where it jolts your nervous system. As he looked back at the young lady she looked back at him to where now the two where making pure eye contact , she stared back at him with a puzzled and complexed look on her face .