The life of Skylynn Rae Hopkins

Chapter 3

Today is the day I begin high school.  It feels great to be a freshman. All of the people I know has told me that the upperclassmen make big deals out of us freshmen. I mean I'll take what I get with a grain of salt.
So here I am at the entrance. "West Ridge High School" a banner said. This school looked pretty rough and on cheap fundings. It is what it is though and a bowl of soup. As I walked in I noticed the faces of students everywhere. It was very uninviting, I didn't say a word at all.
Walking the halls not too fast, not too slow. A group of girls stood and laughed as I walked by.  It probably was at me, but I didn't care. I was searching for my class. They didn't matter, what I'm trying to do did. I mean I came here for an education, not to make friends.
Making a few friends would be a good decision though. You can't be a teenage girl and not have friends it just doesn't add up. First class Integrated Science  with Dr. Bowman. Sounds interesting to me. This school was so confusing though.  They told me I'd get lost a few times. That I did.
Finally I got there, what seemed like forever was only a minute.  The teacher was weird.  He was a skinny stout man, but his junk stuck out. You could tell where his penis was at all times. He wasn't even wearing tight pants. He wasn't too handsome either. Buck teeth and a scraggly face isn't too good looking if you ask me.
First period was pretty boring. Next class Mrs. Hill, she taught English I. She was pretty cool. About 40 years old with curly hair and acted just like a teenager. I met this girl named Chloe in that class. She reminded me of myself, but black. In all honesty though I acted more ghetto than she was.
"You're so goddamn ghetto to be white" she said. I replied with a simple I know and went on with class. I didn't really respect her choice of wording though. I don't really like the g-d word. Next class, Computer Class. I was really excited about this class. You get to learn about computers, programs, and how to type without looking. That seemed pretty cool at first, but really that class is pretty boring to be honest with you.
Honors Choir was next, this teacher's name was Ms. Jodi. Pretty simple I mean I know sure as hell that isn't her last name, but if using her first name was fine with her then it's good with me. She was young like 28. Dark auburn hair cascaded down her back, it was beautiful. She had it in loose curls. There isn't much to say about that class I mean after all you only sing in that class.
Next class Civics with Mr. Ray. I could not find his class to save my life. I accidentally went into the other civics teacher's room. His name was Mr. Jones. A lady came an escorted me to the Mr. Ray's class. He was pretty cool if you want my opinion. He  was as tall as Abraham Lincoln, but looked like George Clooney. An amazing teacher I shall say.
He mentioned to us that he loved rap music. That's my kind of teacher. I mean I love rap. Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Drake, and Eminem. He told us all to find a seat. I chose mine in front a really handsome looking mixed boy.
This boy was talking to his friends behind me.  I could honestly hear every word they were saying. They told him to poke me in the back. In my head I would say "don't you do it." He did it, he poked me right where my bra clasped at. I turned around to look at him. He then said "I'm sorry."
I said to him "you're fine. Do you like Drake?"
   "Yes."
I sat there the rest of the class smiling. Just because he liked Drake didn't tell me I liked him. But it did make me like him even more cause we had something in common. For the next 5 months we were really close friends.  We called each other bro and sis. 
We rode the same bus, talked everyday about music, and helped each other make decisions. He was a very good friend. Random people would tell me "you and him should date." Shaking my head no I thought "that would be gross. We are bro and sis, I would never date him."
We hung out at a local event on an April night. There were dogs and he knew I was scared of them. He carried me on his shoulders. Looking up at me "I'll protect you." Something about that made me fall for him and I have ever since. 
It was almost summertime. That was kind of upsetting for the both of us cause we didn't know when we'd get to see each other again.  Luckily we did about 4 times throughout the summer. The last time was in July at the county fair. We sat there on a guardrail.  Me on his lap, him smoking a cigarette. It was the best night of my life.