Chapter 11

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S O R I Y A

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S O R I Y A

          Soriya fiddled with the eraser of her mechanical pencil, making the led go in and out. She was anxious to see Kinsley because she wanted to learn more about Moniece's situation. It was killing Soriya to find out how Moniece's doctors appointment went.

Mr. Jackson pulled at his tie before speaking: "Ba da ba ba ba,"

Everyone in the class stopped what they were doing and said in unison: "I'm lovin' it!"

It was a fun tactic Mr. Jackson used to get the class's attention.

"Good morning class," Mr. Jackson greeted them.

"Good morning Mr. Jackson!" The class responded.

"As you know, winter break starts in 3 more days. That means that Christmas is coming very soon." A few students began to cheer. "However, that also means the deadline for the project is closer than you think."

The students who were once excited, suddenly became silent.

"Today we will work on projects in class. As you work, I will walk around the room to check on where you're at so far."

Soriya glanced back at Hussein. He had his earplugs in his ears and was too busy watching whatever video was on his phone.

She rolled her eyes before getting up out of her seat to walk over to his desk. While he wasn't paying attention, she yanked one of his earplugs out of his ear.

He instantly jumped back, a little frightened, and dropped his phone. Once he realized what had happened, he widened his eyes at his phone as it laid face-down on the ground.

He peered up at Soriya, looking at those he was going to growl at her.

"Lil' girl, if I pick up this phone and it's cracked, I'm gon' beat yo' ass. And yo' ugly ass paying to get it fixed."

Soriya stared as he slowly turned his phone over, squinting one of his eyes in the process . When he finally turned the phone over, he was relieved to see that the screen was perfectly fine.

Soriya let out a shaky breath, kind of afraid of what he would do to her if it was cracked.

He unplugged his earplugs from his phone and put them both in his back pocket.

"What you want, fuck-up?" He asked with a slight attitude.

"We have to work on our project, dickhead."

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