'Because the youngsters might run outside, around school for P.E,' Edward informed.
'So you experienced it?' He nodded, sullen.
'Yes, bubble wand.' Borey tittered.
Biology class sucked that lead to Borey skipping class, for the first time.
'If we get caught or my parents get a note about jigging, I'm going to kill you,' he whispered to Edward who peeked behind the tree to the front gate.
'Since when were you so damn negative. Should've thought about that beforehand,' Edward chuckled ripening Borey's face. 'Nah, we're gonna run!' he shrilled and they both ran out over the hill. The sun cast hot yellow to the greenery and neighbourhood.
Down the scruffy staircase to the front right of the Korean grocery store entrance, a slow jam played. Nathen with square sunglasses and his friends sat on plastic bags, eating canteen nachos. Flattened cardboard boxes leaned on the small car park's walls. Excitement burst in Borey's chest.
Nathen stood and took a swig of water.
'That bubble kid's here?' Raised an eyebrow, and Borey grinned.
'I'm not gonna rap; just watch,' he answered and stood near the dank kids.
'Let's get started.' Nathen stretched his arms and the speaker thumped a menacing beat. 'You wanna go first?' he hand gestured.
Edward smirked, nodding. The infamous rap battle started.
'This city, atrocity . . . Cremation, patience, a game of acceptance Endurance . . . Party like a birthday Champagne . . .' Started off with freestyle, Borey grinned and some cooed, at his languid flow and coarse tone. Finished, Nathen took the turn and spat belligerent, speeding midway.
The audience roared and whooped; place heated of rap and cheers. Turned piano when a car reared, and back to forte. Boy donned in black hoodie bought cheese dusted chips and shared it, threw some as others rapped. Shared a room temperature beer can someone snuck in.
Nathen won. Everyone applauded.
'You did great,' Edward told him. 'Should've eaten nachos,' he told, face flushed Taehyung.
Next class dawned him. Some went on their phones sitting on the car stoppers.
A few months after graduation, talking to a fellow music therapy undergraduate, he found out coincidentally that Nathen had a showcase.
Resulted in meeting Edward and Justin in the city at night, belly full of Italian food, hands stuffed in his pocket.
'Is he a culinary student too?' Edward asked.
'No,' Borey scoffed. The stage shone, below; heavy bass pumped the speakers.
Nathen came out, mic gripped and usual sunglasses worn, chanted like a tiger.
Everyone bobbed their heads to the beat and their chill. The first half an hour was a blast.
' . . . Spitting impurity, veracity,' a familiar flow rolled out. ' . . . Only city, you own is an atrocity Emotions, all the antonyms of felicity . . . Hey, you keep calling Mayday Yet party like a birthday Champagne . . .' Borey popped a look at frowning Yoongi.
'Huh?' Borey uttered.
'What a f*cking bandit,' Edward hissed.
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Wattpad word count: 478 words I'm tired of cutting it down and I learnt that word counters count them differently! According to the first one I used this was exactly 500 so I stopped there.
Age: 14
Constructive criticism and feedback is appreciated!
I struggled (or suck) with punctuation and naming characters. And blurbs . . . First time writing 'rap': a challenge. I apologise if it's ridiculous.
#shouldbedoingnanowrimo
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