Edgewater High School

Entry #2: Spencer's Side

Edgewater High School. I breathe in and out as the weed and cocaine smells circulate through my lungs. Smells like home.

We have the best track and football field of the west side. Not to mention our huge ballrooms and dance studios. Even though this is a gang school, i did say that it was a fine arts school. I attend day and night classes. We have a undefeated dance team and marching band.

Since I stayed at Edgewater for winter break, that means we have dorms. Tony and I live in the same dorm. As I wake up, throughout the day I slowly begin to spot more and more students pulling up into the school. Class begin at 2:00pm. I have time, it's 11:37 right now.

In front of the door of the room i see my schedule. I rush to it and practically slam my head into the door. I begin muttering to myself, "First period, Algebra 2 Honors. Second period, hip hop 7A, yes!"

Dance classes are the pride and joy of Edgewater, and I've been taking the high school hip hop classes since 6th grade, and I'm pretty proud of myself. As the number goes up, the class gets harder. 8 is the highest number.

"Third period, economics, isn't that a requirement for juniors? Fourth period, English 3 Honors. Fifth period, French? Did I even put that on my course card last year? Oh well. And sixth period is home room. Perfect"

I fall flat on my bed, and think "This is gonna be a long year."

I hear a knock on the door. "Come in... at your own risk" I laugh 'cause I know it's Tony.

"Hey hey hey it's ya boy ynoT"

"Really we're still going with that?"

"Hey it's fun t-to say names backwards, you should try it some-sometime, recnepS!" I shove him playfully.

"You're big dumb-dumb, you know that right? Hey did you get French too?" I ask.

"Yea, I don't know why."

"Hm. That's muy interesante."

"Um... you know that's Spanish, right?" Tony says. I shoot him a death stare.

We spend the day talking about the break and classes...and girls. "Oh shit, it's 1:56!"

"I T I S??!?!"

"Yes!!!!!" I shout.

I sprint to room 152 and slam the door open. Lucky for me, everyone's just starting to sit down. "Alright class, welcome to Algebra 2 Honors! Now if you would please turn to page 90 in your books, we can get started!"

*40 MINUTES LATER*

"Alright here's your homework, read pages 100-115 tonight, we are going to have a quiz tomorrow. Go ahead and pack up."

I wake up with drool on the side of my mouth. Fuck, did I miss what the homework was? Again, lucky for me, the homework was written on the board. I take a quick picture of it and run to Studio # 2.

I walk into the dance studio and greet Ms.Wood, my dance teacher for 6 years now.

"Hey Wood, how was your break?"

"Pretty good, yours?" She replies.

"Boring." She chuckles. "Go get changed for class! You have 2 minutes!"

I quickly take off my pants. I try to put both of my legs into my joggers at the same time, but ended up tripping and falling flat on my face. I quickly got up and miraculously strode out of the dressing room.

"Welcome Mr. Agenté, so nice of you to join us. I heard you having a bit of trouble in the dressing room, and you have a red mark on the side of your face, are you okay?"