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𝟎𝟏 𝙺𝙸 𝙶𝙰𝙸𝙸𝙰 𝚆𝙴𝚂𝚃
"You're always writing in that thing."
I looked up from my journal and met the eyes of Mrs. Hazel. "It's called a diary, not a thing."
"Mhm," she responded. "Ki, you cannot come into my office every lunch period. You need to socialize and make friends."
"Why not?" I asked.
"It's your senior year!" she continued, and I furrowed my brows. "Do you not have any friends?"
The look on her face told me she actually pitied me.
Shae was the one best friend I had at the beginning of freshman year, but she departed from our friendship once she began dating Quincy.
Soon after she left me, I began eating lunch in Mrs. Hazel's office every day because the lunch table I once shared with my best friend had become the domain of my best friend's new friends and her boyfriend's friends.
Sometimes, I preferred eating in the library, and other times I found myself in Mrs. Hazel's office.
"There's a new student enrolling here soon," Mrs. Hazel said aloud, and I pulled myself out of my thoughts to focus on her.
"Maybe you could show him around? It's a good opportunity to actually befriend and talk to someone your age."
"Do I have to?" I asked, and she frowned.
I watched as she tilted her head and peered toward the clock on the wall behind me. The bell rang, which meant lunch was over.
"Head to class; you don't want to be late."
...
"First of all, why are men even asking women what they bring to the table? First date, you better know what I bring to the table," London said.
"So, nothing?" Zion ridiculed.
"Fuck you, Zion."
The group laughed, and I scoffed, causing London to turn to me. "Ki, what do you think?"
"Me?" I said, surprised that she was even asking me for my opinion.
"Personally, I feel like that's an offensive question," I began, and some agreed with nods, while others rolled their eyes at me.
"If a man is asking a woman what she brings to the table, obviously it must look like nothing because that's an insult," I stated.
"Nah," Syx spoke up, and we all turned to face him. "Women always have long lists of what they require from us; why can't we men require things too?"
"Who said y'all couldn't?" London raised her brow. "Check off the list in your head! Don't ask me what I bring to the table, thank you."
"You bitches are crazy," Zion said deadpan.
"Who are you calling a bi—"
"Language, y'all," Mrs. May looked up from her desk, turning her head to look over at the clock.
"Class will be over soon. If you're done with the assignment, make sure to leave it on my desk before you leave. If not, I expect you to finish the questionnaire and bring it back tomorrow."
"Ki, can I borrow your notes?" I turned away from Mrs. May and faced London, whose paper was half written on her desk.
"Yeah, here." I lifted my questionnaire and handed it to her. I had been working on it for half of the class period while I listened to their debate.
"Thanks, girl. Why don't you talk more often?" she started. "You're Shae's best friend, right?"
"We stopped being friends a while ago," I told her, and she lifted her head upward from her paper to look at me.
London was the type of girl that everyone just so happened to naturally like. Although we never really spoke outside of class, anytime she saw me in the hallways passing by, she made sure to acknowledge me.
"You're too good for her anyway," she finally replied. Although I hadn't gone into detail about why we weren't friends anymore, I still smiled at London, and she smiled back.
"Class!" Mrs. May exclaimed, and everyone's eyes averted toward her as she turned her head toward the tall stature who had just walked into the classroom.
His head was lowered, but as he adjusted upward, I noticed the series of tattoos displayed on his neck, along with the one that portrayed his hand.
His skin was bright, so the deep scar above his eyebrow was also very evident, aside from the tattoos.
"Ouuu shit, he's fine," I overheard one girl say.
As Mrs. May got ready to speak, I watched as he walked over to the empty seat beside Syx, who dapped him up.
"Before the class period ends, I want all of y'all to welcome Psalm Jones into our class and school," Mrs. May said aloud for everyone to hear.
And this is where it begins.
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