Unpredictable Match 2

Nineteen

VOTE AND COMMENT.

🚫TRIGGER WARNINGS🚫
* Mention of r*pe
* Violence
* Suic*dal actions

sorry for mistakes

Cameron POV

"Good morning guys, how was your weekend?" I ask my students. It's Monday, the day I come back to work and the day my baby Taleah went back to school. It's been a pretty rough morning. I've been feeling pretty down today. And to say the least, I am super uneasy and very nervous about Taleah at school. Yesterday I tried to have a conversation about transferring schools, but she was totally opposed to the idea. My daughter is big on facing her problems, not running away from them. And it's scary. I'm used to running away from my problems, so it's clear that she probably got that trait from Anthony.

I get a simultaneous "good morning" from my favorite group students followed by some of them answering how their weekends went. They're my third class of the day.

"My weekend was bad. My mom had me cleaning all day because my grandparents were coming." My student Darren says.

"Well, that's not too bad." I say "it definitely could have been worse." It sure could have. He could have fought a woman behind an apartment building and then pushed her body into a river full of polluted water and urine.

"I just didn't get enough sleep." Keyanna shakes her head "I was up all night."

"Sucking dick!" Someone shouts from the back of the class resulting in an eruption of laughter. My expression drops and I cross my arms in front of me. Wishing a couple of seconds, the laughter dies down.

"I'm not tolerating it. Not today. Whoever said that, you need to apologize. Now," I scold. I can take a joke, but I hate inappropriate 'jokes' in a classroom setting, or anytime it's to mock or make fun of someone.

"I apologize Mr.C, for real." Now I know that it was my student Orion.

"Don't apologize to me. Apologize to Keyanna." I say. Orion apologizes to her and when he does, I sigh, "No more of that guys, please."

"Mr. C, are you alright? You look like you haven't slept for days."

"Yes, Orion. I'm fine, I sigh.

"Well," I recollect, "Today we're starting a new unit. This unit is going to be based around poetry and rhythm and other art forms. Um—" I go behind my desk and grab the worksheets that I want them to work on. "I know you all are talented. I want to see where your mind is, so what you're going to do is write a free form poem. Right here, right now. I want to know when you think of poetry, what is the first thing you write? You guys have ten minutes to write, and whoever wants to share afterwards can share,"

I give a stack of papers to each person in the front row so that they can pass them back. I come across a student who has his head down on the desk and his hoodie up. I narrow my eyes and it dawns on me that Trevante is here today. When I don't hear his voice, I automatically assume that he isn't in school since he is always so outspoken. But today is different. He's silent, has got his head down, and is covering his face which is completely out of character for the outgoing kid that he is. I give the stack of papers to the student behind him.

"Sweetie, wake up." I rub his back and he doesn't budge.

"Trevante," I tap him and he raises his head slowly. He blinks rapidly and runs his hand over his face.

"What's going on? Are you alright?" I whisper to him. Treyvonte nods and sits up straight, but I can tell that he is everything but alright. I can see it all in his eyes, they're bloodshot red. I want to ask him what has got him so down, but knowing his situation, I know he wouldn't want to talk about it in the middle of the classroom with everyone around.