CLASS OF '92 ➝ MÝA. [CANCELLED]

[CHAPTER TWO] How's It Goin Down.

𝐁ROOKLYN, NEW YORK.
SEPTEMBER, 7th, 1989

I was currently tapping the pencil slowly, looking at the time waiting for Honors English to be over with.

It was the second day of school and I already hated the entire concept.

I eventually stopped tapping the pencil and focused my attention on the clock.

10:30 am.

I internally sighed and face palmed myself. Mr.Sepia was going on and on about why English is important and why we should focus on it. I honestly didn't care... so for him to go on an entire tangent was just a waste of his own breath. No one in the class was paying attention anyways.

"A'mya since you look bored can you please recap everything that I said in the past 25 mins?" Mr.Sepia calls out to me and I give him a look.

Who is this man talking too?

"You want me to recap what you said in the past 25 mins?" I ask and he nods. I notice everyone in the class turn around to me and I became instantly annoyed.

"Go on" Mr.Sepia urged

"To be honest, I really was not paying attention to anything you were saying. No disrespect but I came to school to actually learn, not revisit Sunday service." I respond and I notice the class burst into laughter.

It was quite amusing to see that people think that I am joking around when in actuality, I am dead serious.

"At least you have a sense of honesty in you. I can not be mad at that." Mr.Sepia says and I look down at my desk.

"She trying to call you a Pastor." A junior named Lesane screams out.

"You speak in tongues sir?" Another junior named Shamir says and I silently chuckle.

The laughter in the class immediately dwindle as a boy walked into the classroom late. It was crazy because it was the same boy who bumped into me yesterday. I didn't know how to feel but what I did know was that Mr.Sepia was going to attack.