The realest on your team

K.O.

As we pulled into the school gate, I saw a bunch of police men and the news press there. It was nothing new as far as I was concerned. I took a deep breath preparing for cameras and Bs. "Excuse me can you tell me your point of view from the shooting death of Julian Stewart". I ignored them trying to push through the crowd. Kj made a big pathway for me making everyone move to the side. I finally got through making way through the entrance. I hated when 12 (the police) kept having to check me with them metal detectors, made me feel like a suspect. Me and Kj parted for class. When I got to class I saw different groups of different things going on. In the far back you had the dope boyz, across from them the gamblers, then on the left corner you got the thots gossiping, then in the front where I sat was the teacher(who no one ever listened to) along with three other kids teaching. "Malaysia, thank you for joining us, but why are you late"? I checked my watch. "Mr. Galloway school starts 9:00, it's 9:03". "I didn't know you could tell time, clearly you can't if you're three minutes late, you're getting an 'F' in conduct today". "But Mr. Galloway it took me three minutes to... "I don't care for your excuse". Omg I hated him for that. He was being harsh on the wrong person. My desk squeaked as Daquan(leader of the dope boys) sat on it facing me. "Malaysia when you gone blow my phone up". "Never". "Why you gotta treat me like that". Before I can answer him Jayla, on of Daquan's lil' thots punched me in my face. I got back up and sharkeisha'd that hoe. I'm nice and quiet but I got them hands. I dragged her like a rag doll. Mr. Galloway broke up the fight and sent me to the principle's office. This hoe don't do no work, hardly ever come to school but she still end up with A's. She must be giving him a good trade. I stormed out of Mr. Galloway's class and into the office.