million, a teenage love story.

chaper two, freedom.

[ picture of jamal above. ]
jamal's point of view.
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i sat outside on the bench, sitting back and thinking to myself. "damn, it's been forever since i got some fresh air."

so, here's wassup. I've been in juvie for 2 years. shit was crazy. i was convicted of attempted murder. brazy right? that place ain't fa me. i wanna get into school and get my shit together.

i seen my mom pulling up and my face lit up. i stood, fixing my shit as my mom hopped out the car, running to me and grabbing my face, kissing my cheeks.

"oh, bubby. i missed you, my little baby!" my mom squealed. i laugh in embarrassment, grabbing her hands and putting them to her side. "mama, chill. I missed you too. nah, let's go." i kissed her forehead, as we got into the car and pulled off.

"how was it? was it bad? were those guys being mean to you? did you fight them?" my mom was rambling on, i sighed a sigh of annoyance, looking over at her. "mom, i love you, but can you.. shutup?" she laughed, shaking her head. "my little bubby, i missed you."

we stopped at a red light. "i got you signed up for school, bubby. you start tomorrow." thank god. i wanted to get this last year, OVER WITH. in juvie, they had teachers and shit, so i did 10th and 11th in there.

i walked in the house and immediately up into my room, laying on the bed. i took a long sigh. i let sleep take over me.

finally, i was home.

but not for long.

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armani's point of view.

i kissed my mothers cheek, getting out and walking into the school. i didn't hate school, believe it or not. i had good grades, rarely got in trouble.

i took the paper from my binder, looking at it. "locker 229.. 229.. 229.." i walked down the hall and looked to my right, smiling. "here it is." i put in my combination, looking down at the paper while putting in each number. i put my purse into my locker, taking out my bookbag. i took my binders and notebooks out, putting them in my locker, stuffing my bookbag back into my locker.

i shut my locker and looked around, until i seen my bestfriend, naya walking up to me. "oh shit, i missed you." i grinned, walking over to her and hugging her tight. "i missed you too, ma." naya in fact was a lesbian, she was a stud. dressed like a guy. "you look cute as always." i laughed, spinning in a full circle, looking her up and down. "you don't look too bad yourself." she smirked and popped her coller. "shit, i know. but i gotta get to class. i'll see you later." she walked down the hall and disappeared as she turned the corner.

naya.. well, she's been my friend since 7th grade. she had a crush on me back then, but i didn't feel the same. we stopped talking, but in 10th grade, we reconnected. ever since, we've been unbreakable.

i looked down the hall, towards the double doors, widening my eyes.

coolie's back.