B For Bad Boy

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Unless You're a Professional Thief So I Can Take That Back

im sorry that im late for update and i apologize for that, but i was in too much shock for the past few days that i didnt have the strength to write anymore.

The death of George Floyd has shook us all and this is fucking depressing that he had to leave us like this. I can't find the right words for how to describe this thing and I just want to get things normal.. My bone chilled hearing his voice screaming for help and all they did was nothing. And this things just keep happening. This is injustice. This is complete disaster. i just cant imagine what it was like to George who had to deal with this alone and helpless.

This needs to stop. This just can't keep happening. They are human like us and they have the utmost right to live. I hate to live in this world where this innocent lives are constantly being tortured and killed all the while when we let this happen. We can't TRY to change this world, we HAVE to change this world for our future generation where none of us have to suffer and see black people lowly and ignore their rights just because they have different skin color. Every person is human like us. Everyone has the same red blood flowing through their veins under their skin. None of us is different. We have to LEARN no one is different. Everyone has the right to live. It's heart breaking that George have to leave us at this early stage but we can learn from it. We can take this as an example and try our best to change this world which won't have a single racist and where everyone can live just as they want and make it beautiful.

Rest in peace George.

Anyways thank you for the reads guys.

23 pages counted.

Enjoy!

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Chapter Thirty-Nine: Unless You're a Professional Thief So I Can Take That Back.

I'M NOT GONNA LIE ABOUT the part where Rosetta constantly asks me about how I'm feeling about not hanging our with Jayden inside school compound that I don't feel nothing. Yes I feel bad. Actually really bad for that matter. I feel bad when we just cross each others path in the hallway everyday with just a greeting of an eye nod, I feel bad that I can't use him as my ride home, I feel bad whenever Kai comes to our house every time, I feel bad when we part our ways after the tutoring- in fact, I wasn't in good condition. The only thing that  was keeping me sane was Rosetta until she asks me as we walked through the hallway, "Why do people fart prank?"

I choke in the air. We were going to our English Literature together since we're in the same class but I wasn't expecting her to ask that to me and several people pass us weird glances since my best friend here doesn't know how to keep her voice down. "What?"

She glared at me. "I asked, why do people fart prank?"

I open my mouth, closed it again and opened again to answer. "T-To embarrass individuals I guess?"

Rosetta loured at me venomously, then I turn my head again on the empty hallway that's when I realize that we're a little late already. "Who's doing fart pranks on who?"

She sighs exasperatedly and waved her phone in front of me. "Austin wouldn't stop sending me fart stickers and weird sounds, you know of what."

I take the phone out of her hand and immediately winced as millions of stickers started coming up and billions of voice messages which I didn't need to listen to because I believe my best friend enough. I give it back to her and sighed. "When did it start?"

She silent her phone and pocketed it. "Since the party, if you want to call it."

I nodded, remembering the time when Blake wouldn't stop changing my ringtone into "I'm Popeye the Sailor Man" from Popeye every time and embarrass me in front of everyone. It was a painful week for me and I had to check my phone every now and then to see if he had changed it again. "I don't understand his problem. I mean like, he calls me shorts all the time. And I'm not short! I'm five feet eight, come on man!"