'I fill my lungs with ganja, when they fill my brain with drama, from my past I have all this trauma, getting cash, hope the racks solve my problems'
Aaliyah.
'He looks well depressed' I say to the girl beside me on the coach. There was a man standing outside the doors to the school, and when I tell yah he looked sad asf, I mean it.
'Bruh I almost wanna kill him, jsut to put him out of his misery.' She says, laughing.
I laugh with her, but of course, the laugh is only on the surface. In reality, she could mean it. I don't know what she did to end up her, but it certainly can't be worse than what I did.
Me and her get the coach, along with a couple other people. Then the coach pulls off. My stomach turns slightly as I remember my last interaction with my mum.
'GET THE FUCK OUT IF MY HOUSE!!' She screamed at me. All I want is her to love me. Is that too much?
'FINE! YOU NIGGA AINT NEVER SEEIN ME AGAIN!' I scream back. Prolly shouldn't have called her a nigga, but I was angry. I stormed up to my room, and called my auntie.
She's always had my back with everything. Even after she found out what I did...
She had mentioned a school for kids like me a couple days ago, and I brushed it off. She even said she'd pay for my enrolment.
'Wan yuh need baby?' She asks when she picks up
'Um... I uh... I don't know. I was thinking I could stay wit you for a while? Mum don't want me here anymore.' I say, half crying
'Of course darling, pull up tuh di yaad right now an mi a get yuh sorted' she reassured me
'Thank you so much!'
'Nuh worry, luv yuh pickney' and she hangs up.
So I pack a couple bags and head out the door
'WHERE DO YOU THINK YOUR GOING!?' My mum screams at me
'Dad sister house. Got a problem wit dat?' I say back.
She lets out a scream of frustration and storms out of the house, prolly to call my auntie.
I realise I should probably stop if at my parole officer crib and tell her to change my ankle monitor boundaries.
After a couple hours of trying to sort that out, I finally get to my auntie crib. She open the door and pulls me into an embrace.
I hope my momma understand one day. I did this all for her.
As me and this girl walk up to the doors, the man standing there immediately puts on a fake asf smile.
'Greetings students' he says in a tired voice.
I could immediately tell this school finna be the death of me.
A/N: y'all I sit on chapters a lot cuz I'm working on my main and favourite story more that the others, but I've got a lot of hope for this story.
I'm planning for this to literally be over 100 chapters, cuz I really wanna go into detail about stuff, and I want it to be a story that you never know if it will end, ya know?
I've got so much planned for this, and I really think i might like this one than my other story.
But yeah, if you like this so far, please vote and come back for the next update
Btw imma try update everyday/every 2 days✨
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Dead on Arrival
FanfictionA school of juvenile criminals A boy in search of happiness A girl in search of safety