Chapter 4

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So I went to the front office to get my schedule. 1st period I have World Histoty. I asked some kid walking down the hallway if he knew were this class was.

"Hey, um do you know were history is?" I said. "Uhh, who's your teacher?", said the boy. DAMN this nigga is fine, but I got more to worry about then some boy. "Mr. Adan" I said. The boy had some type of side smile across his face (lol wtf) "I got his class right now, I was just leaving the bathroom", he said. "Oh true ha so I guess you can take me there then" I said with awkward laughing voice. Lol what was going on with me?

Boy: Well my name is Drey, 🙂I'm new.
My mind was telling me "so the hell what if he's new, you got way more important shit to do then worry about some boy" but there was just something STRONGLY telling me that I could be nice. I mean he is taking me to class.. Well eh our class I mean

Me: My name is Gloria
Drey: So may I ask why your now at school and it's almost 8:30?
Me: I couldn't sleep and I woke up late 😁
Drey: Haha, was you that desperate to see all your friends or something that you couldn't sleep??
Me: Nah, it's sum else ( I said trying to make him end this conversation )
Drey: You smoke?
Me: yea I'm a sick person when it comes to weed but before I really wasn't at all.. Why I look high or sum?
Drey: Well you look like a beautiful girl who's been through a lot or its either your high.
Me: *blushes and smile* shittt, it might be both
*Drey knocks on the classroom door*

"Well hello there students!.. Ehh Gloria, It took you hours to find my classroom?" , said Mr. Adan. Now I ain't have time for no bitchin ass teachers "um I just got in here sir, and you already actin like the rest of these teachers. You lucky that I'm even here" I said. Everyone stared getting all rowdy n shit smh. "Um Gloria Wilson, right" he said. "YES and?" I said "Oh great, someone related to Alexia Wilson in my class" Some classmates were shocked because they new about my sister being shot and this dumb teacher had the nerve to talk shit about my dead one and only sister. "And what's that suppose to mean!" I said. My voice got all cracky and I was walking up towards this teacher. The teacher had a slick laugh "Ha. It's means that imma have to deal with another hoodlum pain in the ass" the teacher said. I said no words and punched the teacher dead across the face, I fought him and started chocking the shit out of him, people was recording and people were trying to break up the fight. It didn't work though. I was mad as fuck. I guess some teachers heard the noises and they busted in here swinging me right off of Mr. Adan. Shittt he was blessed that i ain't have no weapons on me.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 27, 2015 ⏰

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