I walked into the office where it was hella busy with concerned parents and teachers. I heard one lady yell out to the principal that the "excel" kids get better treatment than her children. I was confused as hell and didn't know what was going on so I minded my business. I got into the principles office and of course he had this shitty look upon his face.
"What you need is not a write up, what you need is an ass whooping." The principle said sarcastically.
I looked around to see if I was just imagining this nigga cursing right here At me.
"Hol Up, what the fuck did he just say?" I asked the fat lady and she seemed to be pissed off by my company.
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"YOU ARE A DISTRACTION TO THIS SCHOOL"
"Man, If you don't gone on with that shit. You don't pay for my clothes, therefore you don't have any damn rights to tell me what the hell I wear." I said while laughing.
"That's what's wrong with you children, yall think y'all grown. Well if you're grown get your ass out there and get a job."
"Man, can I leave? I don't wanna hear this mess. This dude ain't my daddy." I sneered.
"No, SIT DOWN! You are going to listen to Mr.Shawney while he speaks about HIS SCHOOL."
"I'm out" I walked out without a care in this world.
It was only ten minutes later when I turned to see my mother practically running to the school office.
"Damn, she got here quick." I said under my breath.
As a classy, short, and chubby woman who worked for the white folk she knew how to handle business. She came off as a tender business woman but behind class doors she was a violent as it could get. She walked up to the front desk with this calm but tense look upon her face. I stayed seated preparing what the hell my next move was.
"yes..yes mam.. im her mother.. oh really..yes maam.." were the only things I could get out the conversation she was having with the fat lady who I now knew was Ms.Dawn. My mother then turned back at me and then back towards Ms.Dawn finishing the conversation.
"Thanks alot, I'll take care of her from here." I then knew I had fucked up.
"Get ya ass up and get in this damn car. " She raised her voice at me.
I got up and did as she said. Once we sat down in the car she hit me so hard I could feel my brain pounding.
"Man what" I said crying.
"You know damn well I don't play about school. You get your ass in there and do your work and shut yo smart ass mouth up. You don't disrespect no damn adult, the hell done got into you. I don't know who the hell bought you these damn clothes but Gabby I swear on the Lords name if you walk out this house looking like this again I will beat your ass blue. Do not fuck with me girl!"
"ok." I rolled my eyes.
"Let me get another call from the school system, your ass will be at Bryon middle."
I knew then to get my act together, it wasn't no I way I was going to that school.

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Fiksi RemajaAs a 17 year old, life growing up wasn't as easy as it may seem. Switching between cities all the time isn't as glowing as it may pertain to be. As a lost child, Gabby spent her whole life trying to figure out myself. through terrible loss, many...