Chapter 1: Listen Up

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I sat in the principals office waiting for my turn to be grilled by his uptight ass. I don't know how I always end up in trouble. I just flash and black out and wake up in this chair. I faintly remember stoolin' on this wanna be hard-ass senior. He was lookin at my girl and Tryna get at her right in front of me. I wasn't havin that. Especially while my boys was watchin. Made me look like a punk if I didn't do that. But in all actuality , I don't like this life, I don't wanna fight my way threw life just so I don't look like a punk in front of people who always expect me to be the tough guy. Ima change one day. Just gotta find that one thing that motivates me. That's pushes me to wanna do better for me. I ain't found it yet, and honestly don't know if I will find it. Just blindly walkin until some body knocks me in my place. Like that's gonna happen. "Johnson! Get in here!" I heard principal Miller yell me name with his deep husky voice. It almost startled me.. Almost. I sat down in his office avoiding eye contact with him "what's the deal now Sev?" He said, calling me by my street/nick name. "Look Mills, I already told you, he was disrespecting me, I can't have that. I know I gotta temper, but what can I do about it?"

"You don't have no temper! And you aint got no heart either, I know this ain't you kid, and I keep giving you chance after chance to correct yourself, but you keep trying to prove yourself to these young boys for what ? Where is this gonna get you ? Prison? Death ? And no body is gonna suffer but you , and your family , just because you wanna prove yourself to them!"

Mills had a point. And he was right . I was an open book to him, he saw right threw me and my bad boy act.

"Ima change one day mills, not today tho, and not tomorrow neither, and if its too late , ain't nothin u can do about it."

"It's that kinda thinkin that's gonna get u in trouble"

"It's that Kinda thinkin that's gonna get me threw this so called life"

"Your life wouldn't be 'so called' if you got yourself some act right , and wanted to make something of yourself"

Seems like he had a come back for everything I said . I looked up to mills and his uptight ass tho, he was a wise man that actually cared about me, the real me, and not wat I claimed to be.

With that I just said "aight mills one day." And walked out of his office. Wen I got to the counter in the main office to sign myself out, I noticed that there was a student operating the computer system, where Ms. Allen usually sits "aye" I said to her. She looked up at me questioningly "can I help you?" She asked

"Yeah, where's ms. Allen?"

She gave me a slightly dirty look.

"In the back, making copies, is there anything you need?"

She said that in a way that was clear she didn't wanna do shit for me

"Naw, but you need to clean up that attitude, I ain't do nothing to yo lil-"

She stood up leaning over the desk, cutting off my sentence

" you don't need to do anything to me for me to give you any type of attitude. You can just simply be you. And just in case that wasn't clear enough, I don't like you! So dont expect anything less that."

THAT pissed me off. " look here you little bitch you don't know me, I knock your ass straight real quick, male or female"

" you don't scare me, for one and for two, I don't need to know you , to inquire how I feel about you. Your rude, disrespectful, and a trouble maker and you give our school a bad name. And as for 'knocking my ass straight' very manly if you, to hit a women"

I was in pure rage now . I slammed my heavy hands down on the desk and it made a real loud noise. I saw her twitch a little, just then mills stepped out his office. "Johnson! enough! Go home!" He half yelled. I looked at her one last time and walked out .

She got under my skin just then and made me into something I know I'm not. I never have and know that I never will hit a women in my life. My pops used to hit my moms. I grew up watching that and swore I'd never be that man. She brought me that low, and for that I hated her.

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