Im wearing a dead persons shoes. It wasn't bothering me though, or was it? My head hurt and I was ready to cry. My best friend is dead and Im wearing his shoes. I looked down at my feet his shoes were a little big, black checkered chuck taylors, his favorite shoes. I pushed the doors of CS high open and walked in with my head down. "Keep your head down and your mouth closed, avoid Jesse and Marcos and you'll be fine." i said to my self.
Avoiding Marcos would be hard he ,Jason ,i and were close. Jason got shot about four days ago and the clock was ticking I need information, i need revenge. Marcos was just going to try and stop me. Your still a girl, Mya let us handle everything.
Aha let them handle everything they said that the night Jason got shot. I gretted locker my planting my face in it. I shook my head. Combination. I need to remember my combination.
Marcos scared my half to death. Which is hard to do since Id been on my on since about 8.
"Hey, Mya. Um how are you feeling.?"
I slammed my locked shut.
"Marcos what kind of question is that!" i demanded looking him in his eyes daring him to try me.
"Mya, im just worried about you, its okay for people to worry about you. Jason died four days ago i was just wondering how you were holding up."
"How Im holding up.?" i whispered harshly people were already staring and i wasn't really want any more attention. "Why don't ask Jason's mom. You haven't been to see her yet!"
He sighed. "What do you want me to tell her Mya. Me and your son were suppose to be selling drugs the night he died but i was busy fucking Lisa.!" he said sarcastically.
i walked away i wasn't dealing with him. I wasn't dealing with his bull.
