Quavo's Trip To Cuba

Taste of the Past

Honduras

I walked down the hallway towards where my sister class was. I left out mine earlier since all we was doing was watching them wack ass ocean videos. Me & Cuba sit together at lunch everyday since we don't got anybody else here. No friends or nothing. Honestly we didn't mind but since she graduates this year so Ima be by myself for the next two years. It sucks but I'm from the Raq so I can handle myself. Since we don't eat that trash ass cafeteria food I was gone see if we could roll to McDonald's or something cause a nigga is hungry. I arrived to the class finally after traveling this big ass school. This shit is the size of a Illinois mall. I peeped through the window looking towards her desk to see she won't there. Her bag & shit won't even there so she wasn't just at the bathroom or something. I opened up the door and all the seniors and Mr.Reynolds looked at me.

"Hey you know we're my sister is?" I asked

"Ah Cuba? She left a while ago."

"She left? Where she go?"

"I don't know Honduras probably back to the hood. Anyway like I was saying class..."

When he said that I didn't even hear nothing else. Except for the gasps & few giggles from the class. Of course the people that laughed was the white people. I walked up to Mr.Reynolds punching him in his fucking face. He fell to the floor holding his face and I hovered him continuing to throw blows. After a while I heard the security guards run into the class throwing me back onto the ground. A police officer came in turning me on my stomach then handcuffing me.
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Cuba

"Are you two serious!? After all I do for you you just CANT act right! Cuba when a teacher asks for your phone you give it to them! And you not supposed to leave school cause they are responsible for you! And Honduras you better hope that man doesn't press charges on you!"

Grandma Sophia was really going in on us. It was passionate too cause she's a teacher herself. But damn, I really won't tryna hear this. We just sat on the couch as she paced in front of us going off.

"Do y'all hear me talking to y'all !?" She screamed. Still we sat silently. She threw her hands up in defeat leaving out the living room, but not before sending her boyfriend in to talk to us. Like always. I rolled my eyes as he walked over then stood in front of us.

"Look guys. Y'all gotta stop with this foolishness. Your grandma does too much for y'all. This isn't Chicago & you gotta act like it"

I scrunched my face up looking up at him.
"You right. This wack shit ain't Chicago." I spat at him.

"Watch your mouth" he said

I smacked my lips getting up only for him to grab my neck and push me back down. Soon as I hit the couch Honduras stood.

"Don't fucking touch my sister nigga" he said pulling up the sides of his shorts

"Or what!?"

"Hey!" My grandma yelled from the back. "Everyone go to bed!"

With that Honduras and I brushed past this fuck nigga going into our rooms. I dived on my bed and FaceTimed Molly. When she answered I finally smiled for the first time today.

"Bitch Wassup!" she yelled

"Girl me AND Honduras got suspended today" I laughed

"The fuck? I thought y'all moved down there to do better"

I rolled my eyes at her.

"We trying man" I said

"Not hard enough"