My Dearest Encounter

Chapter 3

Today will be my first day at Miami Senior High School. I am a senior and I will be graduating in May.

My main goal in life is to become successful. I would love to be a novelist.  I believe that one day my book or books will be the #1 New York Times Bestseller.

Writing is my passion. When I was seven I would spend hours sitting in my bedroom brainstorming ideas. I thought of ideas that would make children's book more interesting. When I was seven I got tired of reading books with the same moral story. So I would create my own alternate ending. Making the stories a little better and entertaining.

My phone time read 5:25 A.M. I rolled out of my bed then I walked to the bathroom. I took care of my hygiene. Since it was my first day at a new school I wanted to look presentable. I decided to wear my new burgundy bodycon dress, white cardigan, with my low top white converse that had burgundy on it. I straighten my hair. Then add little mascara and eyeliner to touch up my look.

I looked pretty hot considering how my dress emphasized my hips.

Grabbing my book bag on my way out of the bedroom.

It is now 6:45 and school starts in twenty minutes. My dad was in the kitchen making coffee. I assumed Natalie was still sleeping.

"Good morning dad." I said walking in the kitchen.

"Gud mawning sugar." He replied taking a sip from his coffee.
(Good morning )

My dad had a thick English accent. He would speak patwah (patois) which was basically English but a broken or slang way of saying things. It is Jamaica's very own creole. He spoke patwah to me often. Sometimes I barely understood what he would say because he spoke way too fast for me to grasp.

"What time are we leaving?" I asked my dad.

"In a few minutes. Are you going to make breakfast?" My dad asked

"No, I'm not hungry." I replied

"Arite." He said
(Alright)

The drive from my house to the school felt like ten minutes.

"Go to the front office and you will get your schedule. I already handled the paperwork." My dad stated while we pulled up to my school.

"Okay." I replied

"Memba mi a sen yuh gah skool fi learn so tek sum'n ina yuh head. And a nuh everything Dick, Tom, and Harry do, yuh fi do. Arite?" My dad asked with a stern face.
(Remember I send you to school to learn and get an education. And what you see your friends do not it.)

"Yes daddy." I said slightly scared.

"Lata." He said as I stepped out of the car.
(Later)

"Bye." I said then waved to him.

I went to the front office for my schedule.

My first period class was AP psychology.

It wasn't hard to find the class. A few people pointed me in the direction of where my class was located.

When I entered the class everyone was already seated. I handed my teacher  Mr. Harden my schedule.

Mr. Harden pointed for me to sit next to a guy.