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My Muse

I sat unamused in English class, scribbling poems in my notebook. For normal teens free time is a great thing but, looking around and seeing everybody's faces buried in their phones makes me sick. I'm more of the old soul type. A misunderstood teenage girl that writes poetry, draws and reads in her spare time. I never let social media carry me away. I don't even have a YouTube account, which seems pretty rare these days.

Usually I'm content with just writing poems in my free time but, one of my main muses hasn't been to school in a week.

"Jammiiilllaaa" my best friend stretch out my name gaining my attention. She was annoyed, she probably had been trying to get my attention for a hot minute.

I slowly took my eyes off of the page and looked at my friend Gabby.

"Oh my god I swear your more interested in paper and pen then human interaction." She rolled her eyes. "Lemme guess your writing about a girl that looks like a fairy and walks on water again?" She judged in her thick Latina accent.

"I told you, all great writers write about the gracefulness of women" I closed my notebook slightly embarrassed; she hit the nail on the head. I was writing about a majestic girl again... at least trying to. With my muse gone I could barely write a stanza.

"If your momma finds out all you do is write about chicas all day she's gonna go loca and I mean more loca then she already is"

I bit my lip. "It's nothing! Let it go Gabby, it's just for fun."

"Mhmmm but yet when Daniel ole sexy papi chulo ass asked you to go out for snow cones, you turned him down."

"He's a tiktoker! I'm not dating a tiktoker!"

"You need to get with times Jamilla. The sooner you get into technology that's updated past the 80's, you'll see how great life can be"

"I have a phone" I rolled my eyes

"Yea and no apps! My grandparents phones have more data used then yours!"

The bell rung. I was relieved because she was right. The only thing I use my phone for is the actual phone use purposes... and notes when I don't have pen and paper on hand.

I packed up my things while Gabby rambled about something. I'm not even sure what, I swear sometimes I don't know how we are bestfriends. I guess it's because we've literally grown up together from babies.

We left the classroom and stopped by our lockers. We didn't always have lockers right next to each other, but when Gabby found out my locker was all the way on the end of the hall she wasn't having it. She manipulated the nerdy guy that was assigned to the locker next to her to switch with me. Believe it or not, all it took was her giving him one of the many, extra ass hair clips she owns. I swear guys are weird.

We stood by our lockers talking about nonsense to kill time as usual. It's funny we talk about absolutely nothing but always end up late to class. The hallways were starting to clear out and Gabby wanted to show me this video she saw on her Facebook page before we headed into class. I really didn't care to see it. All of this social media shit is just chasing views anyway. Cats wearing clothes, racist ass comedy and meaningless dance moves are all the rage.

I happened to look up from her phone, when your bored your eyes wonder. This time it's almost as if my soul was guiding me.

There she was, my muse. I had to do a double take. Her hair is usually long and puffy. You could tell it was natural and she would just try to blow dry it and flat iron it to make it straighter. Today she looked completely different. Her hair was practically shaved off, it had the most beautiful spiraling curls cut close to her head. I think people call it a pixie cut. Honestly the short cut looked really good on her it highlighted her sweetheart shaped face. I guess she decided to do the 'big chop' all the natural girls at my school talk about. I've never seen her wear bracelets but she had at least 30 braided bracelets stacked up to her elbow. I furrowed my brows. Her sweet face looked tired, maybe even defeated. Why wasn't she in first block? Better question, where has she been for a week?