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Onika Maraj Manhattan High School
October 31
I leaned forward, giving Alyssa a soft smile. "Okay, so what can we do to help with your grades, babe?"
Alyssa sighed, avoiding eye contact. "I just can't focus. Everything feels overwhelming."
I nodded. "What's been going on? Is something distracting you?"
She hesitated. "Yeah... home, school... it's just too much. I try to study, but my mind keeps wandering."
"Do you think you need more help? Maybe more attention with your work?" I asked.
She looked up, her eyes a bit teary. "Maybe. I feel like I'm falling behind, like I can't catch up."
I reached out, reassuring her. "We'll get you the support you need. You don't have to do this alone, okay?"
Alyssa nodded, her voice soft. "Thanks, Miss Nicki. I just didn't know how to ask."
"I'm glad you did," I said. "We'll figure this out together."
Alyssa was gathering her things, ready to head out when Blue walked in, her presence immediately changing the vibe of the room.
They locked eyes, and I could feel the tension before a word was even spoken.
"Bitch" Alyssa said.
"Wassup?" Blue said dropping her bookbag down, and I got up and sighed. what the fuck?
I stood between them, pinching the bridge of my nose in
frustration. "Aht Aht" I said, looking from Alyssa to Blue. "Both of you, sit down, now."
They both hesitated, still glaring at each other, but finally sat down, keeping their distance like two angry cats ready to pounce.
Alyssa was the first to speak, her voice full of venom.
"This bitch is mad 'cause Jashawn wants me," she said, crossing her arms and flipping her hair like she'd won some battle.
Blue rolled her eyes hard, leaning forward. "Bitch, you can have him, the fuck? You sound dumb as hell. Weird ass hoe."
"Why are yall using this type of language, my god?" I asked.
They didn't pay me any attention as Alyssa kept going. "Oh, now I'm the hoe? You the one who fucked him in the bathroom!"
"You did what?" I looked at Blue.
"Keep lying', Alyssa," Blue shot back, her voice getting louder. "Ain't nobody worried about your dusty ass. You pressed over a nigga who ain't even yours."
They were going back and forth, each insult sharper than the last, their voices rising until they were practically screaming at each other.
