Saudade

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Chresanto POV

-Friday morning

UGHH 7:00 time to wake up for school. Why can't school start at 12 in the afternoon instead. Oh well, time to hit the shower.

-30 minutes later

Me: Ma!!

Silence

Me: Dad !!

Silence

Me: really? Again?

Sylvia: Mr.August

Me: Sylvia, how many time do I need to tell you? Don't call me Mr.August. Sounds like you're calling my dad plus,you basically raised me.

Sylvia: then what do I call you?

Me: my name. Duh!

Sylvia; Ai, don't talk to me like that. I basically raised you,remember?

Me: yeah, yeah, yeah.

Sylvia: your parents left you $1000 for the weekend. $1000! Can you believe that?! back when I was your age I didn't even know money could go up to 1000. If I was your mom,I would leave you $10. See how you would make use of that. It's this generation that messed up. With your iPals and PQP's and ybox's

Me: it's iPads, PSP's and xbox's.

Sylvia: whatever. Go, get into your Howdy. And drive to school. Cause when I was your age I used my feet to get everywhere

Me: Audi* not howdy.

Sylvia: just go.

Me: bye,Syl.

-School

?: Dollar!

Me: hey josh.

Josh: so I was wondering if you wanna enter a little business with me?

Me: last time I heard, your little business is sending people those scam messages taking bout "wanna make some money fast. Hit me up at 516-347"

Josh: so that's a no?

Me: no man.

Josh: iight, Dollar. All that money and you can't spare me just like $2,000

Me: $2000? Josh, get out my face.

It's Friday. The day drags on until football practice. We're doing drills today, again.

Coach: August. What are you doing son?

Me: doing drills Sir.

Coach: you. me. Talk. now.

Damn, when I ever coach wanted to talk to me it was always about my performance on the field. I know I can do better I just don't feel like it. We walked into his office. I sat down in the chair across his desk as he shuts the door.

Coach: August?

Me: yes sir.

Coach: what's going on?

Me: what do you mean?

Coach: don't "what do you mean" me. you know what. you're lacking.

Me: lacking what?

Coach: that's what I'm trying to figure out. You got money, good looks, girls throw themselves at you but you reject I don't understand.

Me: guess all that stuff doesn't matter anymore. I just wanna be happy.

Coach: and you're not?

Me: guess not.

Coach: you sound like an average light skin nigg-

Josh: Coach, Sanders just got hurt.

Coach: god damn it. August, you get your life together. Practice is over.

Meanwhile...

YN pov

Usually around this time there are a few customers. so I decided to sell for a little while. It's only like 2 in the afternoon. I have like 3 more hours til I have to pick up Ty.

Customer: aye.

Me: regular?

Customer: yeah.

Customer: *dabs*

Me: *dabs*

Oldest trick in the book. Faking a handshake but actually switching the baggie for the cash.

Car pulls up.

Me: aye.

Driver: yoo.

Me: Yeah?

Driver: whatchu got?

Me: what you want?

Driver: lemme get pineapple.

Me: $45 *holds out hand*

Driver: *handcuffs* you're under arrest.

Me: shit...