India
I start school today! Oh thats not excitement that fucking anger. Its 5:15 in the morning seriously i fucking hate school its the enemy. If school was a person it'd be 6 feet under ground. I just got out the shower. I did my regular routine then i got dressed in: H&M Jersey Top, Dyed studded vintage levi shorts. I looked through my shoe rack and grabbed my authentic vans and put them on. I put my phone in my pocket. I grabbed my Tory Burch Kerrington Backpack and walked downstairs.
Me: mom i'm leaving
Mom: have a good day at school
I looked at her with a sarcastic smile. She laughed as i went out the door. I got in the car and pressed Los Angeles High School it was a 30 minute drive. I pulled up to the school and it was people all around , all different . I grabbed my phone and played subway surfer then i seen them going in and i grabbed my backpack and up. I walked into the office it was alot of people they were lined up by last name. K...K...K found it, it was a short line.
Lady: last name
Me: kamirez
She handed me a orange packet.
Me: thank you
Lady: your pretty
I gave her a small smile and walked away. I walked into the bathroom and opened it. My schedule the hand book and other papers were in there. My locker number: 489, Combination: 3,7,15. I walked out the bathroom and into the hallway i seen my locker right across from me. I tried the combination a few times i still couldn't get it open.
?????: need help?
I knew that voice, i turned it was mekhi.
Me: yes, thank you
Mekhi: whats the combination
Me: mmmmm.. i dont know if i should tell you
Mekhi: you want the locker opened dont you
Me: ugh...3,7,15
Mekhi: okay
He did it and opened it perfectly.
Me: how?
Mekhi: what school did you go to?
Me: i have been home schooled half of me life
I mentally face palmed myself why am i telling him all of this stuff.
Mekhi: well see you around
I smiled at him and he walked away. I put my stuff away and grabbed my binder, schedule. I walked to this weird class. I seen mekhi he motioned his head for me to come to him. Ummmm,no. I sat in a seat in the back. I turned my phone on class.
Teacher: welcome to my class, im Mr. opsict
He went on and started to teach geometry.
Mr.opsict: india, do you know that answer
Me: no, i dont know the answer thats why my hand wasnt raised
Everyone looked at me like i was crazy.
Mr.Opsict: excuse me
He came walking to my desk. I put my hand in my hair pushing it back.
Me: oh my god, nothing now go away
He went back to teaching. A note came flying on my desk: You mean you know that? I looked at mekhi he was already looking at me.
Me: i am not (mouthed)
Mekhi: ( mouthed) can i have your number then?
Me: no (mouthed)
He went back to talking to his friend. They were all looking at me then he touched his shoulder. Shit!!, i forgot he got shot. I wrote my number with my name under it. 456-1320 -India <3. I told the girl infront of me to pass it to mekhi. She passed it to him and he winked at me. The bell rung and hopped up leaving the class. I got to my locker grabbing my science binder.
Mekhi: you got science?
Me: yeah
Mekhi: me too
Me: nice
Mekhi: what made you change your mind
Me: about my number?
Mekhi: yeah
Me: the fact you took a bullet for me a girl you don't know
Mekhi: where you from?
Me: Atlanta
Mekhi: iight lets go
Me: where are we going exactly?
Mekhi: Mr.persicle class
Me: okay?
We continued to walk. When we reached the class it was more boys than girls by like 7. Everybody looked at mekhi.
Me: don't look at me like i just killed 5 people
They laughed i went sat at a random table. This girl was watching me as I walked.
Me: hello
Girl: you know him?
Me: not really, why?
Girl: he's not trustworthy
Me: why do you say that
Girl: just know that
I looked at mekhi laughing with a group of boys. He looked at me with a smile. I gave a small smile thinking about what that girl said. Is it that bad to trust him?
