💙Chapter 1 💙

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Sept. 5 1985
Micah

"I can't believe we have one more year left and then we're out of that hell hole" My best friend Windle mumbled while holding and dropping one of his books

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"I can't believe we have one more year left and then we're out of that hell hole" My best friend Windle mumbled while holding and dropping one of his books.
Windle is white, with dark hair, who dresses real nice, and all the girls fall for him, but he's definitely not interested if he ever gets a girlfriend which I would find it hard to believe, since he so much into his studies then would notice a human being other than me . When he first came to Westwood High School he got picked on for being skinny and also being the smartest kid in class and I definitely wasn't the one to sit around and let someone torture someone else so I stepped in and ever since then nobody ever bothered him and we became the best of friends. "Dude we have backpacks for a reason and I totally agree it's getting real shitty over here but man wait till I see the girls" helping him with some of his books while getting on the bus "These so called girls are nothing compared to education they don't get you into the best colleges now do they?" Windle of course was so much into his books that he somewhat forgot to actually live. "Damn Windle we're only 17 we still got ways to go besides my grades have been looking very good since middle school" I said while getting on the bus "But does your father think that?" He asking adding a smirk in, I just rolled my eyes while standing for an old lady to sit in the seat. "Man fuck what he says he never listens to a damn thing I say so I had one B last year and he goes ballistic" I growled quietly I was starting to get hot and I was already bawling with anger just from his question, Windle is use to me having tempers like this, at first it scared him, but he helps me calm down. The bus pulled up to the entrance of the school but i was too hot and bothered to know "Let's go hot head we're here" he started chuckling, We got down entering into the school filled with jocks, girls, and well girls really, Now when it came to the girls they were all over me not that I was complaining or anything but I actually want something real with just one person "Windle I know you see them" " You know what I see? I see education while you see hussies " he mumbled while rolling his eyes " I hope those eyes of yours get stuck now where our lockers at?" I asked while walking to see where they were. "You passed them dummy" he chuckled while opening his and putting his books in. " Shut up what's your first class anyways?" I asked looking at his paper trying to make it because the bell had already rang. "I have chemistry" "and I have English so I'll see you later Windle be good ya hear?" I teased while doing our little handshake "you know you really disgust me right?"
he joked while finishing our handshake and turning to get to his class.
While I was running I finally made it but I was late, I mean it is the first day of junior year new classes what do you expect?
"Ahh Mr. Adoje glad you could make it to class take a seat wherever is fine" the Caucasian women aka Mrs. Lionay said she wasn't pretty nor was she ugly she just had a face really. I took a seat right behind a girl who had beautiful dark skin I couldn't really see her face but man was I stuck on her skin how the sun peaked just to get a glimpse of it, I couldn't stop looking until she started snapping her fingers at me, causing me to jump then I looked at her again, her face was mesmerizing she had big and beautiful black orbs, her nose was a little bit wide but it was perfect, and her lips I just wanted to feel her lips on mine already.
"So are you going to keep staring or what?" And the way she spoke I already knew she was African "my bad mama your just very.." well that's good to know I just want you to stop burning a whole through my body thank you" she said turning around.
She already looked irritated so I didn't want to to do anything that was going to get me hurt, So I took out my notebook and just listened.

Which of course was hard.

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