She was on a questionable mission.
He was somehow collateral damage.
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I think I've already established the fact that I hate school.
I suck at most subjects but the ones which I don't, I'm the best at. Like mathematics, I got an honors in that, now I'm doing one less subject I actually love. Psychology and social studies don't count because I like the teacher, not necessarily the subject.
At the moment, I was currently in one of the boring classes.
Geography.
All thanks to Mamá Campbell, I was stuck doing such classes for the mere prestige of them. Whatever that meant. What's so prestigious about learning about tiny rocks (sand) and bigger rocks (continents) or am I confusing something?
Geology.
I honestly can't tell the difference.
I was never spiritually present for both classes. Is there even a geology class? Is that even a thing?
So we were learning about a case study that has something to do with the Niger River and I was out of it. I did what I do best and that is staring outside the window, hoping I was somewhere else.
I didn't share this class with any of the 'the girls' and Pey, Stella and Noah so that left me alone with my hectic imagination.
The teacher drawled on and on and I couldn't help but imagine an entire alternate reality where Toni Mahfud would come into the class on a golden horse and profess his undying love for me. He'd take me away off to Switzerland were we would elope and I'd tell him to draw me like one of his French girls and we'd procreate and have two girls. Whom we'd name, April and May.
"Each year flooding occurs in the inner Niger delta in Mali..." she continued to explain.
"Haha, Nigga."
So Toni and I would get a house in-
Wait, what?
I whipped my head to the source of the racial slur, just in time to see Kyle whisper loudly into Mackenzie Williams ear, "I think it's a shitty river. Crap brown water."
She giggled.
I was disgusted and quite frankly, I wasn't surprised.
Kyle had a vendetta against Bryson, An African American guy in the football team for reasons I could care less about. So I really wasn't sure whether the comments were meant for him or he really thought the black race was crap brown.
There was no excuse for what he said and quite frankly, I was pissed. He had insulted a quarter of my heritage.
Unbe-freaking-lievable!
I turned to face Bryson, who seemed unbothered by Kyles comments. He merely shifted in his seat to get comfortable.
"Yo Bryson, yah wanna take a dip. Oh wait—you already did nigga!" He hollered earning another laugh from Mackenzie.
