As I got on the bus, I put in my earbuds so I don't have to hear these loud ass kids.
Unfortunately, someone tapped me on my shoulder. It was Sean.
"Nigga, what do you want?" I asked him in annoyance.
"Do you have some gum?" He asked with a smile, showing his yellow ass teeth.
"Here, you need some. Ole stank breath ass." I said while I handed him a stick.
How do you not know how to brush your teeth and you in the 10th grade?
Niggas these days.
Anyways, I put my ear buds back into my ears and thankfully, no one bothered me again.
As the bus came to a stop, I exited the bus and made my way into the school, muttering a simple hi to people that I associate with.
I enter the building and spot my 2 friends Camille and Kimberly. Diana is never here on time so I'll just see her later.
"Hey y'all." I say to them as I stand next to Camille as we continue walking.
"Nigga, why do you look like someone just killed your dog?" Kimberly questioned.
"Girl, I don't even have no damn dog."
I answered in a tired voice.
"You know her lazy ass always tired, Kimberly. Why would you even ask?" Camille asked Kimberly giving her a dumb look.
"Hush child. Anyways, how is it going with Cameron?" Kimberly directed the question towards me.
"He's a fuckboy, honestly. I would be fine if he never texted me back." I said with little care.
"Mhm." Camille and Kimberly say at the same time as we continue to walk to our first class of the day.
Since we have had the same rotation since 6th grade, we all go to the same classes except for Diana.
We enter the classroom and sit in our regular seats, looking at the assignment written on the board and the teacher sleeping.
"She don't teach us nothing." Kimberly said in a bored voice.
"Well, she probably teach bad anyways so it wouldn't matter." I replied, getting a textbook and paper out to do my assignment.
We all continue to talk as we complete the assignment pages until the bell rings to go to our next class.
Classes full of laughter go by until it's finally time to go home.
I get on my bus and take the ride home, walking into the house, praying I don't get hit.
Since I hear no one, I go into the kitchen and make a quick sand which before going upstairs into my room.
Finally, peace & quiet for once.
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-ariel ✌
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Broken Promises.
General FictionA promise is something that is known as a thing to be kept. But we all know that sometimes people we know, as well as ourselves, break them. Promises hold a lot of information, just like secrets. What if the lies and secrets hidden behind the promis...
