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*Amanis POV*
So it's 6am and I'm up for school. Ugh.
Why can't I just be rich or why can't I just make money as fast and easy as possible? Why can't life just be simple? Why do us children have to go to school if we could do so many bigger things in our lives?
Anyways. I put on the outfit my boo gave me and went to the bathroom to brush my teeth. What's getting ready without listening to some music? So I shuffled my playlist and Chanel by Frank Ocean came on.
Yo on some real shit. Frank could get it anytime, anywhere hahahah. He has my heart. Same for; Playboi Carti, Travis Scott, Asap Rocky and many more. Just saying.
Now on to my hair... My hair. What am I going to do with this mess? I started brushing it through and did a half up half down style.
Shoes, keys, backpack and we out.
Since my best friend gpt pregnant, she decided to do online school. I can't blame her, I would too. At least she's studying.
I took my headph- Where are they? I started looking in my backpack, all my pockets.
Shit! I left them at home. Oh lord , today's gonna be a long day.
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"So today we're gonna have a class discussion about today's society and all other issues that been going on lately." Mrs. Heignfeld said.
"Jarvis, would you like to start up the discussion?"
Me personally, I don't think this is gonna end well.
"Nah, I'll pass."
"Is there a certain reason why you don't want to begin?
He looked at her, as the rest of us waited for his answer.
"Mrs. Heignfeld, the only things that have been happening lately were shootings on my people by our so called protectors. Now, to anybody that has anything to say about this better think very careful before they speak."
Yes PREACH Jarvis!
"I get, you're upset that these things have been happening, but you have to understand that those officers were just trying to protect themselves and the people around them."
Hold up wait a minute. This bitch Rachel did not just- Let me check her real quick.
"Okay Rachel, I'm sorry but you got alot of nerve to say some dumb shit like that. Protecting themselves from what? A man trying to get his lisence and registration? Awoman not willing to get out of car cause she obviously did nothing wrong? A boy simply wearing a hoodie?
Before you say some shit like that- excuse my cursing Mrs. Heignfeld- just imagine yourself in a black persons everyday struggle. You could be shopping and people will look at you a certain way just because your skin is darker. Sit on a bus or get in an elevator just to have people holding on to their purse for dear life. We have been treated like shit for many centuries and I'm getting sick and tired of it. We have never done anything wrong and ya'll still hate us for no reason. We get killed and you end up copying what we created. Space buns? Actually bantu knots. Hip Hop, RnB, Trap, Soul. Our people. Wanna know where all of it started? Africa. Ya'll white people have a lot of nerve to then think you're allowed to say nigga cause it's in a song lyrics. No you can't say that fucking word cause it's fucking offending. But I'm not saying it to you I'm saying the lyrics. Bitch I don't care. And don't come with no I have a black friend or my cousins boyfriends friends brother is black crap. I could say a lot more but it's really starting to piss me off."
The whole class stayed quiet. Some looked down and the black kids gave me a preach look. I looked at Mrs. heignfeld who was tearing up a bit and asked her if I could be dismissed. She nodded and let me go. I walked out to the back of the school and sat on the stairs. It felt good to get all of that off my chest but at the same time it hurts to know that those were just some words to some of my classmates.
"How are you feeling?" a person behind me asked.
I turned around to see Jarvis looking down at me. Jarvis is a tall brownskin fine guy.
"Tired." he sat next to me.
"You really shut Rachel up in there. But don't let that bring you down. Stand up for our people and keep it moving." I never really looked at him like that. I mean I've seen him around in the halls and obviously in my classes, but I never looked at him.
"This is so random but what products do you use on your face? You have no pimples and your skin is so clear." I asked.
He laughed and replied "I don't really know, just some products my mom and sister buy. But I'll ask them and let you know."
"Let who know what?" another person behind us spoke.
Dixon.
"Don't worry baby. I just asked him what products he uses on his face." I said while getting up to give him a kiss.
"Aight... know your place though. She's my girl." he says looking at him with seriuos face while putting his arm around me.
"Don't worry. She's all yours. See you around Amani." he said walking away from us.
"Since when are you and Jarvis cool?"
"Chill we were just talkin I'll tell you about it when schools over."
"Aight, so where are we eating for lunch?"
"Hmmm... Let's go to McDonald's." I suggest, while walking out of the school doors. I didn't even hear the bell ring.
"Your wish is my command babygirl." He says as he bows down and kisses my hand.
Even though he's been actin weird lately, he treats me like I'm his queen. He tells me I'm beautiful, is willing to come over and sing to me. I'm the first person he plays his music for.
"Oh my god bae. Why are you looking at me like that?" he says in the girliest way possible. I burst out laughing and tell him how beautiful he is.
"You're so beautiful. Sometimes I just have to, you know, make sure that this is actually happening. On some this my nigga? Like all for me my nigga? mh mh mh."
"You're so goofy I love it." he replies.
