Cryptic

Trust Me

Tears runs down his face as he slowly crashes to the ground, with his body clinging to the wall and his hands clenching his chest. With a loss for words and a traumatized mind he says to himself "Why? What's wrong with me?" Only questions that causes his mind to retrace, searching desperately for an answer. Apart of him feels broken as his heart is damaged; and his mind is trying so hard to stop the inevitable from happening. He closes his eyes feeling himself leave his body, but he's not at peace. Opening his eyes and turning his head to the right staring darkly at the 9mm Glock... "I'm at peace."

-JaySean's POV

Lambert High's seniors are very much segregated as it seems. Everyone is broken off into clicks and do not really vibe with other peers, unless, it is beneficial to them. Most of them don't even realize that their whole click is most likely their worst enemy, but that is none of my business. I really could care less about them bombs.
Fuck them! 'Bout me, I'm JaySean, 17 year old senior, I am lucky to be friends with some of the most dope people in the school. I am talented as hell: I dance, sing, and run. I also do some other nerdy stuff that I am not going to get into, but most likely you all are going to find out eventually. I'm very outspoken, smart, brave and feisty. I'm 5'10, yellow skinned with a high top fade.

Speaking of school, it's about time that I get up and wake my sister up for school. She actually is not my real sister but she and her mother took me in. Dail, she is a high spirited majorette who is obsessed with Nicki Minaj. She is very innocent and is about the only one who is still pure. I love her to death; she gives me all the advice that I could ever need in the world. Then she bad as fuck, she is 5'4 with the same yellow complexion as me. My bitch also got a Coca-Cola bottle shape with a fat ass! Almost every guy wants her but I'll be damned, every nigga that wants her can shoot the one with me. She is too kind and sweet for these little fuck niggas.

"DAIL! GET YOUR ASS UP!!" She is also a very heavy sleeper; I mean the bitch could sleep through two elephants having sex in a tornado storm.

"Oh my gosh, Jay." Dail replies with a voice justifying that she is still asleep.

"Dail may you please get up! We are going to be late. Ma went to work early; she had to do some catering shit for some rich people wedding."

"Jay give me about five more minutes please!"

"No, bitch you are a fucking Barbie it takes your ass forever to get ready. So get your ass up NOW!" I had to put emphasis on now, because shit don't get through her thick ass Brazilian to that thick ass head of hers.

-Dail's POV

Why the fuck is this bitch playing this early in the morning. He knows good as well that I get to school late almost every day, but now he wants to make it before the teachers. I just don't understand this boy. Like seriously!

"Fine, JaySean!" I say it with as much attitude as I can muster early in the morning.

Later on we are both ready after getting done with our early morning routines.

"Jay, go start up my car so it can warm up."

"The school is right there, but fine whatever. Put me a sausage biscuit in the microwave."

I nod my head in a yes motion. I give him the keys to my 2016 Chevrolet Camaro, it is matte white with pink plastic dipped rims. It is fast as hell, people don't even have a chance to read the tag "BarbBihh".

After the car warms up, we both hop in and take one block to end up in the student's parking lot, we actually could walk to school and make it there in under two minutes, but in the morning I be feeling a little too fresh and there are a lot of creeps in this world. Before we get out of the car, I wait on Jay to finish his sausage biscuit and I take his tea and drinks out of it before he has the chance to wash down his food. JaySean is a freaky hoe and he do some nasty shit, so I'll pass on drinking after him.