{Myles’s POV}
The next morning I was ready for my 1st day of school. AGAIN. This time it wouldn’t be at Ridgeview High where willow and the other high-schoolers would ride the bus to school to. NO. My school that I was supposed to show up at started at 8 am sharp. It was down the street, turn left and there would be a house in seclusion by a lot of trees which shaded the yard evenly. Nope I wasn’t registered for public school but I was enrolled into homeschool for two weeks prior to my mom knowing the teacher there.
Mom gave me the address as I strapped on my backpack and I closed the gate and headed down the street. It was 8:15 am as a round dark-skinned guy with a straw hat, wearing a tropical shirt, khaki shorts and glasses was watering his plants. He had shouted out me and waved: GOOD MORNING SON!
Me: *smiled and waved* GOOD MORNING SIR!
Man: WHERE ARE YOU HEADED?
Nosey much?
Me: I’M GOING TO SCHOOL SIR!
Man: SCHOOL? AIN’T THE YELLOW SCHOOL BUS CAME BY LIKE A HALF-HOUR AGO?
Me: OH. YEA IT DID.
Man: SO YOU PLAYING HOOKY HUH?
Me: NO SIR.
Man: WELL, YOU GO ON TO SCHOOL THEN EVEN THO YOU MISSED THE BUS. DO YOU HAVE A RIDE? ARE YOU GONNA WAIT ON THE CITY BUS TO COME? IT’S GONNA COME AROUND 8:35.
Me: OH NO THAT’S OK. I’M GOOD SIR.
Man: YOU SURE?
Ugh will he just leave me alone and stay out of my business. Damn.
Me: YES SIR.
Man: ALRIGHT THEN, YOU TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.
Me: OK, THANKS AND YOU TOO.
Man: I’LL SEE YOU AROUND.
Ummmmmmm ok? Ignored him and kept walking. As it got silent again and I briefly turned back to the inquisitive neighbor he was still watering his plants not paying me no mind. When I turned around I heard a bike treading from behind.
Boy: YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WASSUP DOG?
Me: Um, Hello?
He rode around me and checked me out.
Boy: Never saw you around Cedar Terrace before.
Me: That’s because I’m new.
Boy: What’s your name?
Me: Myles.
Boy: Myles?
Me: *annoyed* Yes???
Boy: Oh, well nice to meet you Myles. My name is Diggy, but my lame ass parents call me “Daniel.”
Me: Oh hello Daniel.
Diggy: I said my name is Diggy.
Me: Oh my bad diggy.
Diggy: So, where you going with ya back pack on, fresh new kicks, white tee, and black sweatpants?
Me: Um, too school.
Diggy: *laughs* School? Nigga is you serious? The high school bus came around 7:25 am. You got left. It’s—
Me: I’m well aware at what the time is.
Diggy: Damn nigga you ain had to get an attitude with me. I was just tellin you what’s up.
Me: Well you didn’t have to ask me questions and get all up in my business.
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Imagines by rayraynicki
FanfictionI love to write Imagines. They will range from mini imagines to multiple part imagines. So check them out. They be random as hell. xD Also I don't do personal requests, sorry. P.S. This whole book will include characters that are MB-related such as...
