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Real life my dudes

Kordell stepped gingerly into the classroom and took a seat next to a tan boy with sort of long chestnut hair under a baseball hat. He was wearing a polo shirt with a popped collar, and jeans. He had a scar in between his cheek and his chin, and had his feet up on the desk.

He was on his phone, typing quickly.

"Hello, Easton." The techer greeted. "Is it good be back from suspension?" Easton sighed and put his phone in his pocket. He slid his legs down. "Easton? Easton!"

"Keep ya shirt on. It wasn't even my fault, Delancey started it. And yes I am so grateful to return to prison."

Kordell laughed.  He noticed his schedule said English was in highschool. He was pretty smart, after all.

The bell rang and Easton grabbed his bag and stood up.

"Hey- uh, Easton, right?" Kordell started. "Where's the highschool? I have English there and-"

"Follow me. I have English, too." He started walking. "Is youse new?"

"Yep."

"What's yer name?"

"Kordell."

"Ok." They just walked silently. "Here it be." He waved him away and Easton sat down next to Spot  like he'd started doing. He told the story of how he got suspended.

Kordell didn't quite know why, but he couldn't stop listening. Easton sounded ful of life and emotion. He even hit his fist to gesture the fight.

"So what's up witch you, Spot?" Easton shifted the attention to his friend.

"Not much. Same ol Brooklyn. Same long walk ta school. Nothin 'citin." Spot explained.

"You?" Easton asked Crutchie.

"Same thing as always. Oh, yeah. I stole a ton of breadsticks from Olive Garden. So now I have like 5 for lunch."

"Nice." He and Crutchie fist bumped. "There's a new kid in my class, in this too."

Kordell perked his ears.

"His name is Kordell. I know dat name is traditionally Italian, but I dunno if he is."

"Huh. Is that all you know?"

"It's everything I got." Easton shrugged. They kept talking about whatever came to mind. Easton finished the worksheet in about two minutes and had them copy him.

"Easton! Spot! Crutchie! Shhhh!" The teacher commanded. Easton rolled his eyes. "Generation Z is so lazy."

"Just enjoying while we can. Ya screwed up tha economy 'nd it will be virtually impossible to live luxuriously. Now people live pay check ta pay check still going hungry whilst you who lived in the time where yer parents gave ya everythin looks down upon. Someone wit a PhD is likely ta still be searching for a job. Yet ya still try n say we're dumb and lazy. But what's the point anyway? By 2050 it's expected the human race will be almost if not entirely gone." Easton retorted. "Anythin else to debate on, ma'am?"

She sat down, snarling.

"...now that vine is dead we must replace it and I shall never accept Tik Tok as its successor." He paused. "Vine 2. It's exactly the same." He got out his phone. "Hey siri how to make an app."

"Honestly, I have never seen anything more accurate to what this generation is." Crutchie chuckled.