Friends

Chapter One

 Afraid.

Terrorized.

Horrified.

These were all substitutes, weak forms of what I was feeling, and what I would feel.

I was feeling the naturalistic, and most purest form of fear, and it came from death's lips herself.

I leaned back frightened at what she would say. Her smile was petrifying. It looked as if it had been sliced open with a jagged-edged knife and so red it was. Its lips were smeared with the blood of children.

"Pop quiz." was uttered from its mouth. I gasped and covered my mouth quickly as my fellow students gave me a look. Mrs. Jackson smiled, now amused.

"We can always count on Onika to be the dramatic one." The class chuckles at my expense as I roll my eyes, and bat them playfully.

"Sophomores man." A cool voice speaks from behind me. I turn and look to the very back corner to see Bianca or Bee talking to her friends, the eraser of her number two pencil placed carefully in her mouth. Although she was talking to them she stared at me in a tantalizingly way.

"Shut up Bianca. You're in the 11th grade in 10th World History, you must be big dumb."

"Bitc--"

"That will be enough. I've about had it with you two. Every day! Every day there is a problem. If it's not you too is one of you with your other classmates! " Mrs. Jackson booms, her smile is now gone.

"But she started it--" I mumble under my breath but Mrs. Jackson just points outside.

"But--" Bee tries and Mrs. Jackson raises her eyebrow.

"Leave my class. You both know where to go."

Huffing Blanca gets up and storms out and I, trailing behind her. Before we enter Principle Alba's office she turns around quickly, "I swear to God if I get in trouble for your bullshit we finna have problems."

"Pshh you don't scare me. And if I get in trouble for YOUR bullshit we gon' have problems. How bout' that?" I smile sweetly and then scowl at her before entering his office, well his assistants.

"Hello, Mrs. Braxton." I smile sweetly. She just frowns and types a few things into her computer.

"Girl you need ta get yo self together honey. This is not the move!" she exclaims.

I nod and take my usual seat by her desk, Bee coming in after me. "And you, Beyoncé, need to slow down before you get expelled. Ain't nobody got time for that!"

'Beyoncé' rolls her eyes and plops down into the chair near the door. She sits slightly slouched and leaned back comfortably, with her hands dangled in front of her private.

"You need to save your breath for someone that will actually listen. She's not worth it." I scoff.

"And you are? Just cause you live in fancy Lennon's hill don't mean shit. Your daddy still on crack." She bucks at me, but I don't flinch.

"At least I have one." I throwback.

Mrs. Braxton is all ears as she watches this play out with her chin in her hands. She looks back and forth at us like a spectator. I would laugh if I wasn't so mad.

"Whatever, fuck you, man." Beyoncé looks away angrily.

"I'd rather not. I don't fuck giraffes."

"And I don't fuck plastic."

"Girls! I can hear you from inside," Mr. Alba opens his door and waves us in. "I'm terribly sorry Tamar." he apologizes.

"No problem suga. We can talk about it over coffee," she smiles.