Liyah's Reefer High

Chaptet 2

I walked in to my first period class about 15 minutes late. All eyes were on me. The teacher introduced himself, "Hello Ms..." "Carson" I answered, telling him my last name. "I am Mr. James, your American Literature teacher." I nodded. "You may sit where ever there is an available seat."
I looked around at the few empty seats sprinkled around the room.

To my luck I saw Keith and Mason smiling widely at me. I chuckled and shook my head wondering what their problem was. And that's when I saw that there was an empty seat right in between them. I smiled and walked over too it and sat down.

"Well looks like this period just got fun." Mason said. I smirked "Is that so?" "Hell yeah!" Keith exclaimed.

Mr. James looked over his glasses from behind his desk and shh'd us. We laughed silently.

"Ok class, to insure everyone is participating we will popcorn read." Every one pulled out their text books some groaned as they did so. "Ms. Carson look on with Mr. North" "That's me" Mason said with a smug smirk. I playfully rolled my eyes and scooted closer to him.

"Ok Ms. Lanes if you would, began reading" A girl's voice began reading. "...Mother, I love you..." "P.O.P HOLD IT DOWN!!!! PIMP SQUAD BABY!!!" Keith yelled interrupting her.
I just about died. The whole class was dying even the girl who was reading.

Mr. James cleared his throat restoring order in the class. Although there were a few straggling giggles here and there.
The rest of the period was geeked with Keith's outburst and everyone else's laughter. That is, until Mr. James got feed up and kicked Keith, Mason, and I out.
"Damn, we got like 45 more minutes left in this period. Where we suppose to go."

"Yo I have been dyyyyyiiiiinnnnggg to try out that new MamaCakes place that was just built off of Wesley Chapel."
Keith's ole dramatic ass said looking off into space ass if he were day dreaming about this place.

"Ohhhhh yea I heard about that. We should deff check it out."
"Psshhhh, nigga please. You Atlanta niggas don't know nun bout that deep down south cookin like we do in Bama. You keep forgettin I went to yo mama's cookout bout 4 years ago when she damn near burnt every damn thing she put on the menu" Keith said and at this point I was rolling. Mason turned red and looked like he was ready to implode at any given second.

"Annnnnd" Keith sang while snickering, trying to hold in laughter. "Your mama burnt the corn pudding ....." There was a moment of silence. I examined both of their faces, Keith was having a ball. Whereas Mason looked like he was ready to kill.
"HOW TF DO YOU BURN CORN PUDDING!!!! PUDDING, NIGGA, PUDDING!!!!" I damn near passed out why is this nigga so funny?!

"MAN! You gonna stop talkin bout my mama. And stop bringing that damn cookout up. Bruh, damn. Our oven was broke." Mason replied. I was crying, these two are a trip.

"It's coo bruh, I was just messing with ya, but I really wasn't tho" Keith said and then fell out in fits of giggles.

"Man fuck you" Mason said, but that only made us laugh more.
"Man are we calling up the rest of em to go with us or what? I'm tired of being around just yall two" I contained my laughter a bit while Keith on the other hand was still dying. "Yea, call em up." I said snickering. He rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone.

"They on their way out side" Mason said a few moments later. I nodded while wiping my tears from my previous laughing fit. Keith was just now starting to calm down too.

We got up and started walking to the exit. "Burnt pudding" Keith whispered in my ear, loud enough for Mason to hear.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head while laughter took over my soul. I died, and Keith died right alone with me.

Mason sighed and groaned "I FUCKING HATE YOU TWO!"
He walked out the doors while Keith and I got out selves together.

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