We walked to our class. She took a wrong turn and I ran after her to correct her. I went to my locker.
"Locker 8103, huh?"
"Yeah. Not everyone at the school has a locker."
"Oh why?"
"No one uses lockers in high school."
"Sooo, you're a nobody?"
"Correct. " Dude, you seriously just roasted yourself in front of S. P. You're a complete dumb-
A brown girl with jet black box braids, leaned her elbow against my shoulder and said:"You're not a nobody to me."
"Who are you?" S. P. Whitman got defensive.
"The names Alana. " *Alana Diana Davis, the most popular person of color at my school. Guess who she likes. Me. She's not my type.
"I told you, you have hoes. " S. P. Whitman said right in front of Alana.
"Are you calling me a hoe?"
"Is my hair brown?"
"Yes." I pulled my book out my locker. Answer a question with a question. Good one S. P.
Alana scoffed, stormed up to S. P ., and pointed to me in the process of whisper shouting at her. I couldn't hear what Alana said to S. P.
I walked up to S. P. and pulled her arm.
"Let's go. "
"Why would you choose her over me?"Alana yelled at me.
"What are you talking about? We need to get to class. "
"You," Alana pointed a finger at S. P. "Back off my man. "
"He's a man? " S. P. laughed. "Hysterical."
*view image. Image is of Alana.
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The Leftovers
Teen FictionI had become a leftover. I am nothing more than a plate of food he forgets about, And soon he will dispose of me. He comes to me when he is hungry for love, I feed him hoping he'll stay, But he leaves. Because that's all I am to him, Just a leftover.
