Back Out XXX (Chris Brown Story)

Typical..

Typical..

After Math , I had 4th period; English 103 class. I'm going to love this class. I enjoy reading and writing, usually I'll write to express my feelings or just write for my own entertainment. Surprisingly, I couldn't get my mind off of my Sociology instructor. He had to be one of the most attractive guys I've seen in a long time, seriously. He was breathtaking, no exaggeration.

I walked in class with books in my hand, prepared to write. I took a seat in the very front of the class in between two girls I was unfamiliar with.

I overheard them talking about tryouts for dance. I was interested, I actually use to dance and cheer back in High School, all 4 years. Varsity from freshmen to senior.

"Hi, I couldn't help but to over hear you guys talking about Dance Tryouts, when and where are they being held?" I said with a huge grin on my face.

They both looked at me and smiled.

"Tryouts are Friday in the gym next to the nursing hall"

"thank-" The instructors presence cut cut me off.

"Hello class, my name is Ms. Huntington. Just to tell you a little about myself, I'm a wife of an editor. I have two twin girls, who I'm sure you'll soon meet. I have my masters in Literacy. The degree does not make me, I make the degree. I expect everyone to give 110% effort in order to pass my class. I do not accept late homework, unless you have a written excuse for your absence. If you miss a test, it is YOUR job to come to me for make up, not mine.  I do not tolerate talking while I'm talking. We're all grown , so I shouldn't have an issue with that . If there is talking while I'm speaking . I'll stop and wait until you guys are done. I will not try to talk over a student . You respect me and I'll respect you ."

She seems pretty strict, but that's best because I'll definitely stay focused.

There was silence.

"Now class. I would like to go around the class and everyone tell your name, where you're from and why you're here"

Going around the class, it made me feel more comfortable. I love when you start a new semester off and your teacher gives you an "Ice breaker". It helps to know that you aren't the only one being put on the spot. Also gives you an insight of your classmates.

"ok,Ms...Michelle your turn?"

"It's Mitchell. " I corrected my instructor.

Everyone chuckled, mixed in with a few comments.

"Hi guys, my name is Charisma Mitchell. I'm from Petersburg, Virginia. I'm here to better my future. I'm actually in between majors right now but I'm thinking I may have an idea after class , because my heart is in writing. I've been writing since a young child. It's just always been my passion."

"Ok Ms. Mitchell, I expect an A+ out of you, since your heart is in writing." The instructor said with a grin on her face.

"Yes ma'am".

"Ok class, this is going to be your first written assignment. I would like to know where this class is when it comes to literature. I would like a two page paper on a memorable moment in your life that you'll never forget. Rather its good or bad. It's due at the end of class, any questions before you guys start?"

Somebody raised their hand.

"How many points is this assignment worth?"

"25 points. Is there any more questions?."

"Ok if you have any further questions regarding your assignment, I'll be at my desk."

Another student raised their hand.

"Yes?"

"Is there a minimum of words you'd expect?"

"There's no minimum limitation , this is just to see where this class is in their writing ."

I sat back in my seat, tapping away with my pen in my hand, watching the little hands on the clock pass counter clockwise. Memories of the hometown I left behind me played in my mind. I instantly became sad, thinking of all that I've been through.

Flashback

"Chrissy, come on with Mommy. Get your jacket on"

I did as my Mom instructed. It was a breezy summer night. My dad hadn't been home all day, so I was stuck with my Mom; not saying that he was any better. They're both substance abusers, with absolutely no care in the world, including me. I'm only 8 years old, and I know that I should be in bed at this time, but instead I'm outside of our bullshit apartment sitting on a cold bench, waiting on my mothers "friend" to pick us up. I fell asleep on the bench , we were waiting so long.

I woke up inside of a van, with an older man in the driver seat. After rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I looked around for my mom, she was nowhere to be found. Looking outside, ;the house had red and brown brick, with white vinyl siding. There was two big windows in the front of the house, the blinds were closed, but you could see that there was somebody up in the house because the light was on.The street was very dark. We were the only car left on the block. There was a empty field next door, as if there use to be a house there, but now demolished , just like every other house had gotten around the neighborhood. There was literally 5-10 houses on almost every other block.

A bike laid flat on the dead grass. Bottles and chip bags decorated the front yard, as well as two big bushes in between the stairs leading up to the door.

After noticing my surrounding, I began to panic. I've never seen this house before. I have no clue where I am, how could my Mom leave me alone with this man?? Where is she?? Whose house is this??

"Excuse me?" I said in a low tone, almost to the point where I could only hear myself.

The man jumped and startled me. I screamed.

"Ahhhhhhh!, I'm sorry sir, please don't hurt me, please take me home to my daddy, I'm scared!!" My breathing was at rapid speed.

The man instantly pulled off of the dark street, leaving the house behind.

End Of Flashback

After writing my paper about something completely different from what I was thinking about. It was too personal to tell. Class was dismissed. I walked the long way to the student parking lot , to pass Mr. Browns class. I walked pass his class and looked in to see him sitting at his desk, with his elbows resting on top of his desk. He turned my way, we locked eyes but I quickly turned the opposite way and headed to exit.

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