Mann ! I cant believe this. Alright, so I will start from the beginning. This happened on March 3rd, 2016. Yeaa ! I remember dates when things happen pretty well. Im passing by my classes all smoovingly. Until, my magnet class. Let me remind yall that I have four classes a day because we are on block schedule. Sucks? I know right, spending two hours in one class. Thats really terrifying, especially when your in a class with a teacher you dont like. But anyways back to my story. Its 3rd period, and a couple of my friends are doing a group project. Let me remind yall, this is Video Magnet class and that week we did a PSA. Alright, fun fun ! So me and my two friends. Hmm, I will just call them Deonte and Tyrone. Go to the room that has all the cameras and other equipment. Well we decided to fool around before leaving the studio. This studio is huge yall. We have a green screen, cameras, teleprompter and a table in the middle so we can do newcasts on some Fridays. Then theres another room where we edit and we take turns doing some of the jobs that the backstage of the news do.These arent the only things in the room, I jus listed a few the other things aren't that important. So me, being a dumb ass and risk taker that I am jumps on the table and starts dancing nothing to bad you know? Just some good ole dancing. One of my friends turns some music on, and Im grinding on that table like Channing Tatum auditioning for Magic Mike. My friend joins in and starts throwing sheets of paper pretending its money and throws it on top of my head. Then we are like this is pretty cool we should put this on snapchat so we do. I get off the table, because that was just getting boring to me and I start rapping some provocative words. We put that on snapchat too. Then we leave, and go to the library because my homeboy Deonte has to talk his girlfriend. We let them be, and me and Tyrone go and record some footage. We forgot a card and went back to the room. As we walk in the room, the teacher is like "sooo you were in the studio using provocative language and dancing on the tables " ? Me, being a smooth ass liar that I am tells him no. He then says so are you going to tell me the truth or continue to lie to me ? I told him I dont know what your talking about and he says alright I will take care of it. We get a card, and go outside to film. I text Deonte tells him, someone snitched. He immediately, comes outside and we tell him the full story. We go back in and get stopped by the principal and assistant principal. They take us to the office, and write us up w/ two day in school suspension. We try to persuade the assistant principal that calling our parents isn't neccessary. She doesn't listen. Obviously. After 30 minutes of begging, she tells us that she won't tell the full story. But will beat around the bush, and I was satisified. We run into the classroom quickly, grabbing our bags trying not to be seen by the teacher. Our attempts are successful, beside me almost busting my ass. I was pissed, I ddnt understand how the teacher found out. Until, I went to the lunch room, and my other friend told me it was John and Josh. Mann ! Was life a bitch. Josh was a ex friend of mine and after a incident we fell out. I will tell yall about that later. Nothing much happen that day beside going home and still having my phone because my mother didn't know the full story. *Evil laugh* Fast forward to the next day, I go to ISS that day and I am surprised that ISS is nothing but a room that waste my time, when I could be in class learning. I hated that day, promised myself I wasn't coming back the next day. I hated looking at that blank wall and sitting in that uncomfortable ass chair. Well, that was all that happened that day and the next day comes along. Things seemed like they were settling down and I just wanted all this to be over. I never thought, one decision could change my life so drastically and decided to choose my decisions carefully. That day, which was Thursday I ddnt go to ISS. I went to class like everyone else. I thought everything was all good, till I went to 3rd block. That white man was trippin yo, and not even after five minutes of class I got put out. I didn't care, I wasn't going to ISS, instead I went upstairs to hang with my homeboys Deonte and Tyrone. Mann ! Was that a good day, it was like we were playing hide and seek w/ adminstration trying not to get caught. As soon as we heard a walkee talkee or keys clicking we were running like Jesse Owens in a track race or a black child running from the cops. Life went on, with or without me. I could sit there, and sit and think about revenge. But that honestly wasn't me, I had other things to worry about. I soon start to think about prom and graduation. How hurt my mother would be if I ddnt walk past that stage. See, I ddnt stay out of trouble just for me but to make my mother proud and give it all back to her. Someday. One day.
