The theater was quiet and silent. As the student body listened, to me, their fellow peer on stage. I looked around, speaking out. " If you want someone thats stern….Dependable….Willing to make changes….A person thats always willing to listen…..A person that has a Mindless Life-Style…..Meaning…..I go to break the boundaries, I take risk, I don’t care what people say about me…….Vote for me….Craig Johnson……Be Mindless…..Thank you….." I said as I walked across the stage, to take my seat. I ran my fingers through my mohawk. As I sighed heavily. Two other people spoke.
After the elections, we headed back to class. Thats right……I just jumped into this didn’t I? Well let me explain something to you. My name is Craig Johnson, I’m currently a Junior in high school. I’m 16, about 5’10, you can pretty much tell me by my mohawk. Its black at the roots, then light brown towards the middle and blonde at the tips. People take me as being serious all the time. Thats fine by me though, I like to get things done.
I walked to class, carrying my book sack as a few people stopped me. " Ayyy yoooo mane, that speech….Was tight, you got my vote…." One of the guys said as I nodded. " Thanks for the support. " I said walking to my Chemistry class. I sat down at one of the lab tables. Pulling out my book and notepad. I sat there waiting for class to start. As the class started to fill in.
The teacher started to call the roll. “…..Selena Gomez…….” She said looking around, as I looked back seeing Selena. As she raises her hand. " Uhhhhh I’m here? " She said shrugging her shoulders.The teacher rolled her eyes, " Craig Johnson…..?" I raised my hand as she nodded. “……Jacob Latimore…..” The guy in the back raised his hand. " Yo……" He said as he continued to talk to the other students. As she finished up, she started to put different chemicals up on the bored. I sighed heavily, copying down my notes.
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I sat in the middle of class, in English 4 honors, taking a senior class even though I was a Junior. " Jacob Perez…….Ah yes you are, how can I miss that fro…." My teacher called out, as I shook my head. Giving him a sort of salute-wave, as i placed my hand back on the desk. I looked around at the 15 other people in here. I spotted this gorgeous looking Senior, trying to make eye contact with her. I smiled, nodding my head a bit, as she smiled putting her head back down.
Anyways, my name is Jacob Perez. I’m pretty smart for my age, I’m not afraid to show it. You can say the ladies love me. I’m 16, 5’11, with a big curly fro. I’m fluent in spanish. I’m a Junior, but as you can see I take Senior courses. Most of them are honors. I’m kind of a big flirt, I’m waiting for that one girl to change my motives.
I smiled back at her, running my fingers through my curls. As I focused my attention back on the lecture. Raising my hand. " So Mr. Mitchell, you’re basically saying……." As I got into a deep conversation about Shakespeare, dissecting the knowledge I know about him, as my teacher nodded his head. " And this is why you’re in English 4 honors now…….Very good observation Mr. Perez! " I smiled nodding my head. As the class kind of grumbled, I shrugged.
I felt my phone vibrate, reading the message. I smiled big to myself. Replying back. " Sorry…I’m in class, I cant leave out :( " I smirked. This girl actually wants me to leave out of class. She’s straight tripping. I tuned back into the lecture we were going over. I as i jotted down notes.
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“…..Dude yo mama so bald you can see whats on her miiiiiiind!!!” I said as the class burst into a laughter. As the dude frowned, looking at me. " You mad bro? You started it. " I said smirking quickly at him, as he turned around in his seat. I shook my head. Sitting in this boring class. I didn’t feel like being here.
Few things about me. I love to dance, krump, any form of dance. I did them all. My name is Rayon Smith, but I go by Ray Ray. I’m 16, about 5’7 maybe 5’8. You can catch me at any dance events, I’m either there performing or watching.
" Rayon Smith…..We wont have any of that, let us focus on school work ok? " My teacher said as I nodded my head, smiling big still. " I’ll try! " I responded back. As much as I goof off, I make good grades. When I want too that is. I leaned back in my chair, listening to the teacher discuss the lesson. As I stared out the window, wondering where my dancing skills will take me in life.
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I walked out the weight-room, wiping the sweat from my face. Walking past the mirror as I stopped, looking at my self in the mirror. I smiled heading towards the locker room to change.
" Ayyyyy Roc you ready for the football game this friday? " I turned around, seeing one of my teammates as I nodded my head. " And you know it! " I said dapping him down. As I laughed, changing into my school clothes.
I go by Roc, thats my nickname. My real name is Rodrick Young. You can say I’m the all around sports guy. From basketball to football, baseball, soccer. I even box. I’m about 6’1, I usually keep my hair in a pony tail, but I decided to start rocking braids this year.
I headed out the locker room, heading towards class. As I passed up a few people in the hall way. Seeing a few people I knew as I chatted with them, as I made my way down the hall.
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