|current time
"Here." I cleared my throat as I watched the honeybun clash against the plastic table. I hadn't eaten anything that the guards have been coming out with, I felt as if they have something in the shit they called food. But I decided against my stubborn mind and went along with my growling stomach when I found myself opening the plastic package. My mouth literally watered at the unhealthy sight, but it would be even better if it was warm.
Lisa liked warm honey buns.
"Can you warm it up for me?" I paused to look over at him for the answer. I looked up to see him glaring back at me with cold eyes that had a slight mischievous glint in them.
I bit my lip as he reached his hand out. "Sure thing." I looked him over and examined his facial expression and decided against it. I'll just eat it cold.
"Never mind." I spoke barely above a whisper as I tore a piece off of the bun and shoved it in my mouth.
"So," I licked my lips and awaited his question as he shuffled through more papers. I glanced up from my treat to see him looking at me.
"What?" My voice seemed to boom throughout the room for some reason. I clenched my jaw once his lips broke out into that annoying smile of his.
"So, when did you finally hook up with Ms. Lopes?"
I licked the icing off my fingers and crumbled up the used package before clearing my throat. "It took me a good year for sure." I dusted myself off when I heard him groan.
"Let me go on, Wil. I ain't running my mouth for nothing."
|october 5th, 1987
The loud noises coming from the students were pissing me off. I'm convinced that I wake up pissed off, but I pretty much have a reason. I stuffed my books into my locker and slammed it with force so it wouldn't pop open while I'm gone. I ran my hand over my head as I walked towards my last class of the day. I don't know why but the thought of selling drugs has been on my mind a lot. The dude, Treach, has been harassing me everyday, asking me to join in with him. I don't see why its such a big concern of his. I don't wanna get myself caught up in a frenzy, I'm just fine with the pizzeria.
But my paychecks prove me otherwise.
Lately, I've been pulling nothing but double shifts, sometimes triple. I haven't had not one off day since Treach and I had that conversation. I guess I was trying to prove to myself that I didn't have to stand on the corner like some ho, slanging drugs for someone else when I can be in a crowded restaurant making pizzas.
Not the best comparison, but I figured its best to be slaving in a kitchen and not worrying about cops busting in on you, rather than slapping hands with a crackhead all day awhile having to look over your shoulder every 5 seconds. I can't afford to live my life on edge..I just can't. My moms and sister need me.
I pushed open the door to my Geometry class and took my seat in the back. I threw my bookbag in the seat on the left of me as I sat down. I cleared my throat as I reached over and pulled out my journal from my binder. I cracked open the journal and flipped to the last clean page and copied down different formulas off of the board, while others around me fucked around.
Triangle : A= bh = (base)(height)
Rectangle : A= lw = (length)(width)
"Shut up, bitch. That's why you sucked my Johnson!" I tore away from my work and looked up to see Anthony arguing with a Hispanic chick. I let my pencil slip through my fingers as I watched them bicker back and forth with the teacher inbetween them. The girl was so upset that you couldn't even understand what she was saying due to her accent flicting her words. Her skin was turning a slight shade of red as she stood up from her seat, causing everyone to stand up and scream with excitement at the two.
