David
October 1989'
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Atalanta Academy is shit compared to Lake Wridge High. I hate it here. Everything is fucking backwards. Everything. The people, the food, everything. Everything had changed since last school year. I was currently going to be a somptmore at a whole different school, now that my mom had transferred me out of my old school for fighting.
"Stop here." I told my dad as he directed the car in the direction to Atlanta Academy.
"But your school's still five blocks from here, let me drop you off at carpool" My dad insisted, not stopping the car.
"Foe real man, stop the damn car." I almost yelled. Nigga need to learn I aint take no orders from him. From nobody. Especially not him.
My dad's mercedes pulled up to the corner of a gas station about four blocks away from the school. I could walk the rest.
"David, are you sure?" He asked, nudging up his bottle cap glasses further on his nose. I starred at him. Ever since I've been here I've been able to learn something new about him everyday. Today, I learned I must've got my looks from my ma. Cause this nigga is ugly. He looked nothing like me.
He's skin was a couple shades darker than mine, his brows were thick and netted together almost forming one. And his lips were thin, like white peoples. And the top of his head looked like a beehive. He's dreads looked they hadn't been combed in years.
"Yeah, jus' go" I slumped my backpack on my shoulders
"You know you can call me dad." He yelled through his window. I rolled my eyes and looked back at him with a stale face. It didn't matter what he told me what he could call him. I would never call him dad.
"Why? Now you think that just because you've taken your sweet time to come down from Louisanna to drive me to school you've earned that title. This is just a good deed for you. I barely know you." I turned back around and headed towards the school.
It was true. I barely knew my dad. He ran multiple franchises in Louisiana and never made time for me. My mom had divorced him years ago but every once a while he would pop in and out to make sure he didn't look like a bum ass father. But I knew he was.
Out of everything that sucked at Atlanta Academy the students were the worst. The kids here were complete shit. They were always ready to talk shit, but couldn't post up. They had no dress game. No shoe game, or no hair game. They all looked a hot mess. My first day had been a living example.
It hadn't even been a whole twenty four hours before somebody had tested my patience. Yesterday had been my first day and a junior named DeWayne decided to not cut me in the lunch line but step on my shoes. So hands were thrown. I ended up beating his ass and spent the rest of the day inside the principle's office.
"Hello, David, are we gonna make good choices today." Mr. Andrew, the counselor who separated me and that, DeWayne nigga I beat the shit out of, asked as I walked through the doors.
"Yo' ass gonna lose weight today?" I mumbled under my tongue as I brushed past him further into the hallway.
I looked down at my schedule and a smile started to form on my face. My first period was art. I actually liked art, me and my girlfriend, Brianna, back at my old school used to decorate the locker rooms with grfitii. Even though we got in trouble for "damaging" property, it still looked cool and we liked doing it together. Brianna was the first girl I ever felt special about. But I cut all ties with her after I left. I didn't even get a chance to say by to her before everything went to hell.
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Single Father
Фанфик"I failed time and time again. But I couldn't live with myself knowing I've failed to protect you." David Williams has vowed to never let anything happen to his five year old daughter, who he has raised by himself since birth. But when his life coll...
