Via Highschool

Chapter 4 : Prep

Well, the weekend has finally come. Since my house got broken in to, I won't be doing anything besides trying to help my mom find somewhere new to stay. I don't care what anyone says, but having someone break in your house is like someone breaking into your life. They have entered the place you're suppose to feel at peace with. They took my brand new Jordan's and my 26" flat screen. They took my mom's money that she had been saving up every since she got her taxes. They stole my sister's money out of her piggy bank, and I guess my brother didn't have anything of real value. Those physical things don't really matter , since we are all still alive and healthy. It's just annoying knowing you have a single parent that literally has to work 3 times harder than a parent that actually gets help.

It's so hot here in my city. The Georgia weather is far from pleasing in the summer time, and it's not consistent. I'm sitting outside just vibing to one of my favorite songs called "Furthest Thing" by Drake. This dude will literally get you in your feelings. It's like all of his words connect to every emotion you may feel. The main line I always remember states: THE FURTHEST THING FROM PERFECT LIKE EVERYONE I KNOW. Now, ain't that the truth?

Ricardo just called me and interrupted my jam session. I was just about to get my "twerk" going on. He claims he wants to take me out to eat, and I really had no problem with that. I totally make the tables turn when it comes down to food and men. Although food is not the path to my heart, it is the path to my happiness.

I'm in my room getting all dressed up and debating if I should get "dressed-dressed" or just dressed. A dress and some cute shoes or maybe just a shirt and jeans? I think a dress and cute shoes will definitely remind him of what he's been missing out on.

When he picks me up, I just keep smiling and then I act a bit nonchalant. I can't let my guard down. I've never enjoyed the idea of being vulnerable. We pull up to Ruby Tuesday's, and the first thing I think about is the menu options. However, Ricardo leans over and tries to kiss me. I just go with it, though my emotions were totally trapped in a box.

Once we walk in to be seated, the waitress is kind of eyeing Ricardo down. Now, this is when the food idea finally drops. I'm asking myself: Do I look like his sister or something ? Is she trying to get at him while I'm with him ? So, I politely made my way to him and said , "Bae, do you know what you're going to order?" That's when this waitress wanted to get her mind back into the business zone. That's right! I know that move was petty, but I don't care. When I'm with Ricardo , he's mine . She had to know.

My girl Thai just hit me up about our high school Homecoming and the annual Homecoming of one of our well known HBCUs, Lincoln State University. She asked me if I wanted to run for homecoming queen, and I'm thinking it doesn't really matter to me, but if my class nominated me then sure I'm up for it.

The only thing I hated about the election process at my school was the whole basis of popularity. School just started, and I didn't know if I was even considered popular . Do the freshman even know me? Do the other underclassman even like me? I guess I would just have to wait and see, huh?

I had no real doubt in my mind that my class would nominate me considering the fact that majority of my homeroom class didn't really like things of this nature. It was only about 3 of us who really wanted to do it. The only bad part was only 2 females could be nominated. It was out of me, Tip, and Nicki.

Something tells me that this year's homecoming at my school will be something to remember.