dreams, fairytales, fantasies.

𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

i walk into class and sit at my desk. im one of the first people here so i just chill on my phone while everyone enters.

my cousins walk in and soon after them dixon, esteban, jana, luka, okane, sebas, laura, emilia, and mj, along with some other people i don't know.

the second bell rings meaning that class started, everyone ends their conversations and sits in their seats.

gus bauman, our new teacher, and principal, comes from the backroom and steps up front. "good afternoon, everyone. are we ready for the next assignment?"

"hell no." someone says, followed by laughter.

"well, miss a'zion, this might be something you could actually enjoy but you tend to be a little careless."

i turn my head to the right a little bit. huh. never realized odessa was in this class.

mr bauman takes a breath, "i wanted to give you all something that you're familiar with, to see how well you'll perform since my new concepts haven't been so popular among you all. so, you guys will be making music videos, but, unlike last year, you cannot choose a pre-existing song. you'll have to make your own."

"i don't care if you create a song by yourself or you do it with a classmate or multiple classmates. and since today is the last day of school for spring break, you'll have the full two weeks to make a song, and shoot a video. so i expect it to be done when you all get back. any questions?" the class fills with cheers and groans.

he points at someone, "yes?"

"so, what are the rules to the music video?" a raspy voice asks.

"well that depends on what you have in mind miss eilish."

damn she's in this class too?

billie inhales, "you know, like....twerkin and shit. nothing too much, you know how i get down." some of the class snickers a little.

"well then the only rules i'll set is no explicit nudity and violence." mr bauman chuckles.

a sultry voice cuts in, "careful there mr b, you might wanna make the rules more specific or else billie's gonna have someone bussing it open on camera." the whole class laughs.

"thank you miss ledé for your input." bauman says sarcastically.

damn billie and kiana are in this class? oh nah gio was definitely right, i don't pay attention for shit.

mr bauman continues his instructions, "since you have all spring break to do this assignment, i will be grading more strictly. if your music video is bad, you fail. if your song is bad, you fail. let me reiterate from day one of this class, there is no late turn ins and there are no makeups. so if you fail, you fail."

the final bell rings and everyone gets their shit and leaves. me and my cousins rode together so i wait for them so we can head out. once keh and gio get their things we start walking.

"damn that nigga ain't even give us no goodbye or say have a nice break, he pissy as hell." gio complains.

"why do you sound so hung up about that? he's lame as fuck bro. do you think he gets any pussy?" i reply.

"cause its common sense to just tell someone to have a nice break and hell nah, he couldn't even catch some dick if he tried."

keh interrupts, "hey leave our poor teacher alone."

"poor? that nigga ain't poor, he signs deals and shit, he runs artists. he ain't poor, he just miserable. besides, do you even think he gets pussy?" gio presses.