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B L U E P O V
Florian Munteanu or better known as ghetto white boy was the transfer student from Germany. He came here mid-semester and manage to adapt well amongst the crowd of black people.
I never understood why he would want to come to an HBCU, especially the one deep in Alabama but here was. He got on well with literally everybody and was very respectful. He hanged out with the jocks even though he played neither football or basketball. From what I've seen and heard he was a boxer, and damn well good too.
I think he was a month into attending here when he got into an altercation. Some dudes from Alabama A&M University decided to crash the party. Everybody was straight that they were there but things went left when one of the guys tried to fight Florian. He kept trying to defuse the situation but the drunk guy just kept coming at, which caused Florian to lightly push him back. Like any other dude, the guy felt as if though he was being 'disrespected in front of his peoples' and he tried to swing of Florian. Keyword, try.
Florian moved before he could land a punch and swung on him. Everything else after that was a blur. Everybody started fighting and I and my homegirls made a dash out the house before they started shooting. Luckily they didn't, but after that fight Florian became known around school.
Girls were trying to climb him like a tree and occasionally one cocky will try and fight him, but luckily Florian has a way with his words and manages to stop it before it happens. I know all of this because I always manage to be in close proximity of him when he's about to fight. Crazy.
It was the ending of class and I found myself being the last person to leave. I quickly gathered my things and walked out of class and towards my car. I was supposed to be attending a semi-formal winter party where all of the sororities, fraternities, and everyone in between will be having fun. Like any party, regardless of it being formal wear or not, everyone was going to get lit and I couldn't wait
School has been kicking my ass, and I want to spend some time with my sisters before they leave for winter break.
A roundtrip plane ticket to Jamaica from Montgomery, Alabama is roughly $600 plus dollars, which wasn't too bad. But I can't just leave my best friend, Nia here alone.
You see, Kayla lost her mother while she was in high school and her relationship with her father was pretty rocky eve since he got remarried. His new wife doesn't like Nia and Nia didn't like her, and after a fight broke out between them last year she thought it would be best to stay at school. I would have invited her to come back home with me but times we're rough for her financially and I didn't want her stressing about a plane ticket or pocket money, I decided to stay with her.
I'm going to miss my family dearly, but I'm not leaving my best friend here all alone. Plus I have spring break to go see them.
Walking into the house, I saw a bunch of showcases by the door. Some of the girl's flights we're tonight or early in the morning so they won't be attending the party. Everyone else flight was tomorrow night and the following day.
