The Church Boy

~ 3

6:45 AM

Today was the first day I actually woke up on time. I was excited because I got to introduce my friends to Jayson. He was an amazing person, and we stayed up on the phone for a few ours. He friended me on Playstation, and we would play 2K18 every weekend. When I woke up, I went straight to my closet to get my school uniform. It consisted of black long socks, my red and green plaid skirt, my white shirt, black tie, and vest. I went into the bathroom first, and took a nice and steamy shower.

Fifteen Minutes Later...

Today, I decided to wear my hair naturally curly, so I put it in a low bun. I put a black headband on it, and grabbed my glasses. I grabbed my backpack, and ran downstairs.

"What's for breakfast?" I ask. My dad was staring at me, my siblings were eating, and my mom was cooking.

"Shakira. Remember what I said about that boy." My father said. "Now, I won't be here tonight because the church members and I are finalizing the trip." I scream yes in my head, but on the outside, I nod.

"Alright, daddy." I sit down, and eat breakfast.

"Deyshawn, pass the syrup." Zeyna says. Deyshawn gives it to her. Deyshawn goes to college, but he was on vacation. Zeyna goes to my school. I don't even know why he was awake. He probably just wanted to be with us before we left for school.

"What was that boys name again? We saw you walk to that fried chicken place with him last night." Zeyna says. I freeze. I quickly finish eating my pancakes, and stand up. I pick up my backpack, and walk to my parents. I kiss my dad on the cheek, and my mom on the cheek.

"I have a club this morning. I'll see you guys later." I quickly run out the house, and tie my Air Force Ones before I walk down the road.

***

"That's what the girls have to wear?" Jayson says. "I thought this was much." Jayson had a white long sleeved shirt, black formal pants, and a black tie.

"The school's really formal. It's a bunch of rich kid who go to the school, too." I say. I was walking him to school, and we were talking along the way. "Lemme see your schedule." He nods, and hands it to me. I look at it.

"We literally have every single class together." I said, while laughing.

"No way!" He said while laughing, too. "Gym class is one of my favorite classes."

"Same. All the boys want me to be on their teams in games." I smirk.

"You can't be that good." He says.

"Oh, you'll see." I smirk again.

Six Hours Later...

We were in gym class now. I was wearing my black tee-shirt and shorts. Jayson had on black nike sweatpants, and a black nike tee-shirt. Coincidental.

"You ready to lose?" I say to Jayson.

"Pfft. As if. I'm the goat." He responds. "Look, I think they're picking teams now." We run over to all the the other guys. Jayson and I both had the same kind of sports goggles on, so we constantly joked around about that. The girls were all sitting by the bleachers. They had the choice either or do gymnastics, or just get a zero. Everyday they sit out, but the teacher doesn't care and gives them an A each time.

By The Bleachers...

"Who's the new guy?" A girl asks.

"I don't know, but he's always with Shakira." Another girl says.

"Who'd wanna hang out with the loser?" Tracey scoffs.

"Hey! Watch how you talk about her." My best friend Libby said. My close friends at the school were Libby, Leila, Hannah, and Kennedy.