Walking down the halls and not knowing where the hell I'm going is some freak out stuff. People looking at me all weird like I have a big tattoo on my forehead that says "Freak show please stare". I looked to the right of me and noticed that I was at locker 223 and I needed to be at locker 244. So I kept walking stright looking like a lost dog until I found the locker I was looking for and put in my combo I had to make up a little song so that I could remember it. I opened it up and as I did two girls came up to me on some shade mess that I did not have time for at all. Like how good is your life if you like picking on people you don't know.
"Look's like we got fresh meat up in here what we gone do with this one" The head boss I guess said as she leaned on the other locker to my left. "She look like she weak"
The other girl laughed "Ha she better put them briads in a bun cause we gone snatch them right out"
"Who gone touch me I dare one of you to and we'll both be gone you in the hospital and me in jail so I advise you to step back and give me the space I had before you two showed up" I said as I put the books I didn't need in my locker and closed it.
The 'boss' got up and laughed a little "Girl got some balls talking to us like that she must not know who we are"
"Must not" Her flunkie said adding her two cents that I did not need thrown at me.
I sighed "I don't care who you are what you need to know is who I am and where I come from because rich fighting aint like ghetto fighting rich bitches pull hair ghetto bitches throw punches" I smiled at them and walked so that I could find my first class.
"We got you fresh meat" She screamed down the hall.
I waved "Nice to meet you too the name is Haven if you wanted to know"
I walked up the stairs because we couldn't take the elevator unless we broke a leg or something like that. The first class was on the second floor all the way down and to the right. Spanish. I hate this class. I don't understand why I gotta take a foriegn language if I'm not going to ever speak that stupid language. I walked into the class and there was aout ten people in the class right now so I sat in the back. I sat there for a couple of minutes until someone told me I was in their seat.
He smiled "Hi what's your name"
"Haven and yours" I said with a slight smile on my face as I looked up at his.
"Romie Bolden I see your new here"
I nodded "Yeah fresh meat as someone just called me what made you think that though"
"Um beacuse your sitting in the seat that I sit in" He smiled and laughed a little
I laughed too "Oh I'll move"
"No you can sit there I'll just sit right here if you don't mind" Romie sat to the right of me right next to the window being able to enjoy the beautiful view so easly. "So you just moved here"
"Yeah from Indianapolis, Indiana"
He nodded "What made you move here to Arizona"
I sighed and looked down at the pen that I held in my hand and began to this about what had happened that night. The gun shots and masked men. How could I be so stupid and let it get so out of hand. It's all my fault. If I hadn't done it she would still be here and I would still be there.
"Haven...Haven hello" Romie snapped his fingers infront of my face and whistled like I was a dog or something.
I looked at him "Oh um it's just that I thought that I should get a new start that's all"
He nodded and looked forward as the teacher walked into the class room. I blew out a big breath of the thoughts that were in my mind. Did I just space out like that. I need to stop doing that so often it's getting weird. I tapped my pen on the desk as the teacher began to talk in spanish. Telling me a whole bunch of bull that I didn't understand or care to understand.
"Were going to just be watching movie on the spanish culture and how their traditions started" He nodded and tunred to movie on.
As it played I spaced out again and thought about this shit I did back at home. Damn I was slow and I wish I hadn't did it because I wouldn't be sitting here in Romies chair in spanish class as Fresh Meat.
