What's up my name is.... Oh Shit the bell. I dashed to class dropping every thing but my binder and my notebook, I ran to Mr. Moore's class. " why are you late?" Asked Mr. Moore. "Because I can be bitch your not my fucking dad! I screamed and the whole classes starts to laugh, " that's it I'm tired of you Hood Rat kids I'm fucking tired of this bullshit of a job!" He dead ass thinks we care but we don't. But anyways what I was saying Hi I am Deontae Torres ( the bad ass ) but you can call me Dee hahaha laugh now but when I fist punches yo teeth don't come crying to me. My school record is very terrible or whatever the fuck you call it, I been in 112 fights and I'm in 11th grade, been to jail twice for beating up two teachers (Mr. Moore is one of them) don't be mad motherfucker be glad. Shit like I like save niggas life. Mrs Lisa a Random ass bitch from the freshmen side decided to watch us, the whole class is out of control. We throwing desk and running around the room dancing and other shit it was pretty fun the way how we let ourselves loose for a good 20 mins but I heard the intercom.....
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story of a yungin
Roman pour AdolescentsDeontae Torres a yunging from the streets of Brooklyn discovers that being a "good kid " has its perks and he also meets the girl in his dreams
