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I hate going to school with a passion. Like, why the fuck am I still doing this? I finna graduate early or something because this? This aint it. And why the fuck we not on break yet?
It's almost Christmas. They got us out here suffering in cold-ass weather, pretending like it's normal.
I'm walking into this motherfucker with my sisters, Mira and Zari. Mira's nigga is spazzing on her like usual while she just standing there laughing her ass off. Ain't shit, just raising that boy's blood pressure for sport. Meanwhile, Zari is straight-up ignoring our whole existence because Mom finally got serious with her for once. Probably deserved it, though.
And me? I'm pissed off. My hair's fucking wet, and it's freezing out here. Whoever said "beauty is pain" must've been bald because this shit is disrespectful.
It's Friday, so of course, the cheerleaders and basketball players in the hallway acting like it's game day at 7 a.m. Why the fuck y'all stunting and hollering this damn early? People tryna wake up, not go deaf.
I peep Kiera in the crowd, looking hella irritated. She lowkey funny when she mad. But then my eyes shift, and boom—there go Nalani, with some basketball player's arm draped around her shoulder. And not in no friendly-ass way, either.
Ain't this the same Nalani who swore up and down she don't like studs? Talking all that shit, yet here she go, cheesing like she just won the lottery. Fake-ass bitch. She stay pissing me off.
Anyway, back to reality. I stop dead in my tracks because, of course, Mira ain't in uniform. "Azariyah," I call out, my voice sharp.
"What?"
"Why you not in uniform?"
"Ma ain't tell you?" Mira asks, all casual.
"Obviously not if I'm asking," I snap, cutting my eyes at her.
This bitch got the nerve to mug me like I'm the problem, then punches my shoulder. Naturally, I punch her right back.
"Keep y'all hands to y'allselves, girls," says our crusty-ass assistant principal as she squeezes between us like we asked her to referee.
"Bitch, shut up," Mira fires back.
That caught me off guard. Mira normally hates this lady, but she at least pretends to have some sense. Guess today ain't the day.
