Life and Pregnancy

Chapter 2- At school

Laya
Marco in the media

"Mama!" I yell. "What girl damn!" She yells back. My mama is the most irritating bitch in the world,she get on my damn nerves and it's obvious she barley cares about me. She stay talking shit and she barley pays me any attention. "I'm going to school." I say. She doesn't say anything as she drinks her beer. Yea she's kinda an alcoholic and a drug addict you can say.

I grab an oatmeal bar and walk out the door with my brother Julian. He doesn't even talk to my mom,but when he does it seems like she treats him better, oh well.

"I can't believe next year your graduating." I say. "Yea I know,I've already got two colleges that want me." He says . I smack his back softly. "Good job big bro,make sure your broken up with that bitch Sabrina by then." I say as he opens the door for me. He gets in then chuckles. "You gotta learn to get along with her,she's cool when you get to kno her." He says. "No the fuck she ain't,she bothers me all the gotdamn time,that hoe look like the mole on the principles face from mitilda." I say. We both laugh. "Ok,yo ugly ass got jokes." He says then slightly pushes my head.

We pull up at Northwest high then get out. I know it's a dumb name for a school but hey,we need somewhere to get our education from. I walk to my locker then feel someone pull my ear. "What the f-". I turn around and see its Marco my guy friend. I guess you can say we're dating but it's not official. "Can I get my daily hug?" He says with his arms open. I smile then give him a big hug. He kisses my forehead. This girl named Melinda walks past "I see you Laya." She says smiling. I nod. I hate when that one person walks past seeing you talking to a boy and think somethings up, like bitch shut the fuck up. Marco takes my books out my hand then we start walking. "So you trynna meet up this weekend?" He asks. "Sure if I don't have a swim meet." I say. I'm in swim, and I'm really good too,I made the top list in the region. "Can't you just miss one?" He says. "No, you know how much swimming means to me." I answer. He smacks his lips. "So swimming mean more to you than I do?" He asks. I look down. "Why would you put me in the position to answer that question?" I say. We stop at my class. "Bye Laya." He says then walks off. I sigh.

Class just started and I'm taking notes on the assignment. "Ok students,so this week your going to wright a five paragraph essay on the author Dr. Maya Angeluo." She says. That just made me happy. Some of the other kids groan. This should be easy,that's my favorite author,it killed me when she died. She's not only my favorite author,she was also a role model. I really looked up to her.

I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I look at it. It's Marco. He texted me "Wyd". I ignore it. It's not out of hate,I'm just not one of those kids that gets on their phone during class,but I'm also not a nerd.

You can say I'm popular,but not really known like a lot of kids. I have a small circle of friends. I have only four real friends and that's about it. The rest are associates.

The bell rings, I walk out my class then go to the vending machine,only to be bumped by the most annoying person. "Ugh, what do you want George?" I say irritated. He been liking me since the begging of the school year. "You duh." He replys sarcastically. "Well guess who doesn't want you the hell back." I say.  I'm a proper person honestly,I speak proper,and dress like a normal 15 year old. "Can you just sit at lunch with me one week?" He asks. "No,I don't even like you." I say. George is one of the top 5 players on the football team. He's not even my type at all though. "Why not?" He asks. "Because you're an asshole and you not my type." I say then walk to my class. This nigga just pisses me off.

Marco

I walk to my locker seeing Laya walking away from George. I walk up to her. "So what was you talking to him for?" I ask. "You know he bothers me, I don't want nothing to do with him." She says. I walk away. She better not.

I've been knowing Laya since 7th grade. But we've only been talking since the 8th. We're now in 10th grade. She's not my best friend but I guess you can call her trust worthy.

The bell rings and school is finally over. My old bitch Janae walk up to me. "Fuck you want?" I say with an attitude. "I was just wondering if I could meet u at your house again?" She says playing with my chain. I get a lot of hoes. Mainly because I'm fresh and the fact that I'm mixed. But she just a thirsty one. "No,I don't even like you for real no more." I say then snatch her hand from my chain. I walk away. She gets on my fucking nerves.

I put my books in my locker then walk outside and wait for the bus. Today was a decent day.