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So this is an actual update😊

"Well if it isn't, Amira." I turned around to see Cyn. I chuckled. "It's me." I said. "I gotta go to the bathroom." She said. Class would start in 5 minutes. I've got time. "Want me to come?" I asked and she nodded.

I waited by the door for Cynthia to finish. Suddenly, from a stall, out walked Ally. I haven't seen her in a while. I didn't pay her any mind, as she finished washing her hands then mugged me on her way out along with her posse.

I received a text.

TheSis😒👯💕
You're bouta be late again🙅🏾

I decided not to reply and looked at the time. Damn. The bell had just rung.

Cynthia came out the stall, washing her hands. "Sorry." She said. "It's okay." I shrugged it off. It really was no big deal.

I walked into 1st period receiving the usual glare from my teacher. I sat in my seat. I noticed Ally staring from a few seats away, laughing with "friends". She actually decided to show up to this class today. Because she is on IEP for behavioral issues she is allowed to be in her mentor's class first period. I didn't know that we shared a class until a week ago. Then suddenly, I overheard something. "Black people always tend to show up late, but I thought they ran fast. Nigg*s need to run faster." My eyes widened. This bitch was serious. Before I could speak she continued to whisper to her friends loud enough for me and a couple more students to hear. "I can't believe he left me for a monkey. I'm too cute. Latina, and sexy. Maybe these 'b*tches' are evolving." I laughed. "Bitch who the hell are you talking about. You racist a**. It better not be my sister." Amyra snapped. I just stared at her. I don't argue with people like her. Why talk, when actions speak louder than words. "I'm not racist! I have black friends (universal line). I just don't like that black bitch." That was enough.

"Why, because Scorpio prefers her over you're dumb a**? I would too. Your mouth is nasty." Amyra spoke loudly as the argument escalated. The teacher was paying no mind as she wrote on the board while the class began to stare at the action. I was busy, pulling my hair up.


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