Chapter 1: Anthony Cooper

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So here I was, in the principal's office. They put me in here for something that I didn't do. Well... I did do it, but it didn't start it. It was real quick, nothing but 2 minutes. I just started this lame school and not even for a day, I’m about to get into serious trouble. Fuck my life right now. I'll just keep my hood on; I don't need anybody recognizing me anyway. What the fuck is the receptionist talking about? She had some nice boobs. And dat ass cannot tell a lie. I would hit that real nice. But my girl would probably kill me. "Your uncle is on his way up to the school.” she said in a faint voice. I had one headphone in so I couldn't hear shit. I was playing Childish Gambino's song 3005. It was cool I liked it. Still to look at them titties. Shit, i had drool coming out my mouth. Can't be too thirsty right? "Principle Waltz would like to have a conversation with you in his office now!” the receptionist said. "Thanks sweety", I told her. I walked into the, "principal's!” office and he told me to close the door and have a seat.

This was only the beginning of my life. A freshman in High School. The freshmeat to some. I fucking hated every second of it. Whatever, I already been through tougher shit. My names Anthony Cooper, and welcome to my life.

*Morning Alarm goes off*

*Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep Bleep*

"Anthony, get yo ass up its time for school and i have to go to work! Old lazy ass"

I chose to still lie down and get 5 more minutes of sleep. September morning my ass.

"Anthony get the fuck up now!” my uncle Bernard said.

"All right, Damn!"

"The fuck you say to me?” he said.

"Huh..... Fuck it" I said.

*Clicks alarm button*

I decide to get up and at least try not to piss my uncle off, no matter how much of a bitch ass he was. After all, he was the only one out of my entire who wanted to take care of me, or mostly for the money. Still i had my own room, clothes, at least some of the time privacy. I opened my shade in my room to bright sunlight across my face. My school uniform was hung up on the wall and my dog was still asleep on the floor. I wish i was him right now, but English Bulldogs are kind of lazy anyway.

"Bernie get up!" I told my dog.

He got up, but he had the sleepiest face i ever seen, he looked like he was high or something, I don't know. I woke up and realized that i had morning wood, in which i recalled the dream i had. It had Meagan Good and Lauren London making out in front me at some strip club with money. It was a good dream i have to admit. I checked my phone and it was some Instagram likes from some hoes and some kik messages from my girlfriend Rachael. I loved that girl to death, but she had her annoying moments. I went to the bathroom; luckily my uncle was out already. I played some songs from my phone while i got ready. I checked the weather, 69 degrees today. Hot as hell, I hated that kind of weather, the only thing that was good about it was the girls that wore booty shorts or leggings and you could see there tight asses. I hopped in the shower and i recalled my second dream. I was in it. I was in this gray room and i was blindfolded and someone was on top of me giving me a lap dance, only it wasn't a female’s voice, it was a guys! He said that I had a boner while he danced on me and I was getting into that shit. 

"What the fuck!?" I shouted. I had a hard one. I'm not gay, nor am I into that gay shit. 

I got out the shower and i texted Rachael back and told her, "Good Morning beautiful :-)"  I went back to my room and got dressed. I came out didn't say really a word to my uncle. 

"Well hello there fag ass about time you got done with the bathroom, using up my damn water bill, if it wasn't for this check you'd be bathing with the garden hose."

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