Nina Kobly lives on the bad side of Cincinnati, Ohio; where she tries to pursue her dreams of escaping daily struggles while meeting Jon Alter, who prefers to be called Dean and encountering fragile situations with a friend who likes to be called Ph...
"You're failing," my teacher continues as he sat me down after class, glaring at me.
I sat back in the chair I pulled up, trying to act respectful, but I honestly had no respect for this specific teacher at all.
I replied with silence. I just looked at the green, scratched chalk board that looks like someone just dragged their nails down one day. I'd rather listen to that then the stupid babbling of Mr. Forps. He realized I didn't care, so he bent over his desk, and was to my level.
"You don't care, do you? You will fail just like your Aunt, and become like the slut that she is." He spit out
Ouch
Well, at this point I would usually jump over the desk, grip him and rip his throat out, but I already tried. That situation earned me almost suspension if it wasn't for my aunt who went to the school and stopped it..
So for now, I got closer, looking at Mr. Forps' fat, bluffing face. He positioned himself, too. The bastard was prepared for my breakdown. I took a breath.
He's not worth it
I got up quickly pushing my chair back, making him flinch before I walked out of the room. I pushed the door opened and left the classroom.
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Since my teacher didn't confront me until after class I had to stay after the bell, which made me miss my bus home. Before I even catch the bus, I have to walk to it from school which takes about ten minutes. My aunt always warns me about downtown Cincinnati. Well, we do live here so why not soak up the drug ranged, yet ok city?
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I gripped my books tighter as I got closer to the public stop, which also is even more in a bad part of town. I knew the people who lived on the streets. They even had names. I look up and see one of the small grocery shops named, Tardy's. The guy I met, Joe, lives there; I guess he's an okay guy. He does have a place, but decided to stay on the streets because that's where his business takes place. I don't talk much, but I observe.
I see the black cubicle after two minutes, sitting not too far away from it. My eyes follow the cars that pass every single second, some fancy some bad.
"Where you off to," I heard an all too familiar voice ask.
"Home, and away from you. Where are YOU off to," I asked emphasizing the 'you'
I felt his presence closer as he leaned over me, resting his arm on the stop. I heard him move before he continued,
"Wherever you want me to be, baby.."
"Well, aren't you the charmer, Phil?" I stopped then continued, "Or am I supposed to call you the killer, too?" I waited for his response which was a laugh to my comment. I like to tease him for his wrestling name. I know he has the secret aspiration for boxing as do many people who wrestle in this city.
Phil wrestled at the SO called professional arena, a pretty damn good one in fact. When my aunt goes to sleep I usually go out to see some of his shows; his continued wins are outstanding. He is known for being the candy man in this town. This city is engulfed with pills, needles, and whatever you could injest could be at the snap of ones finger. The only thing I've ever had was a little joint and a cigarette. I'm not all about that crazy drug life. I don't want to be like the mysterious guy standing next to him with the colored streaks and lip piercings. I kept my eyes on Phil again and he noticed I was observing him.
"So, what's the plan, going home so late?"
"No, just had to stay back a little," I said a little too low knowing I'd get some type of reaction
"Oh, bad now are we?" He chuckled which his friend followed in the back
Before I could reply, the 3:30 bus appeared, stopping infront of my feet in a deep mud puddle.
When saved by the bell, I stepped over the puddle onto the slippery stairs.
"Be careful on these streets next time, gorgeous."
"I intend to be," I finished then soon turned around to face the impatient bus driver with a five o-clock shadow.
"You comin' or what? My pops getting warm," he groaned.
As I sat down, I heard an echoed Phil saying, "See you tonight."
