Existence

Chapter 1

Lyrik's POV

It's another day building another migrane at my new school Southwood High. The school isn't really all that bad, but the grading polilcy really erks my nerves. Here at Southwood the teachers are A1. They are cool until they come about grading things.

"Lyrik, this isn't the format I asked for," my english teacher would say knowing that she didn't give us a specific format. "I have no record of you turning these assignments in," the bullshit my teachers say before they come back within the next 24 hours with the work they 'have no record of'. I'm not a problem child, but I'm not a goody two shoes either. I try my best in school and all I get are mediocre grades.

I recently transfered from Roosevelt High. Roosevelt was a pretty big school. I liked it there because of the drama. Bet you wouldn't expect a teenager to say those words now would you? I liked watching other people's drama and seeing how they reacted to the motor mouthed rumors of one another. Me? I'm not with the drama in my life. There wasn't anything bouncing off the walls. I did have one friend and her name was Bethesda Hamilton. I had known Bethy since the 6th grade. We actually met through my childhood friend Na-na. Na-na was and still is my girl, but I hadn't heard from her in a while. I would hit her up, but I have so much to do with school and other things that I don't get on my phone as much.

Anyways, Bethy was the complete oposite of me ( Lyrik Maxwell). She was bold about who she was. Bethy wans't no salad eating chick without the chicken and everything else to make it better. She was a thick-em, as my momma would call it. Bethy still is, but I don't really talk to her much now. I didn't bother getting close with her because I just didn't feel like she was the type of person I could trust with everything. Now don't get me wrong, I told her quite a bit, but nothing that I most definetly knew she would go back and tell.

Speaking of friends, I have managed to make at least a friend or two since I've been here. One's name is Alana Luckett. I somewhat feel that Alana is the spitting image of me . She doesn't take no BS from anybody for sure. Lana is weird and fun just like me. I'm not friends with everybody, but I can tolerate the people here. I speak to anyone who speaks to me.

"Hey Lana," I say walking up to her in the hallway. "You sleepy?" She asked. I shook my head yes and we kept moving down the hall. Southwood High is a very small school. You could walk to one side and see the same people over a million times. "Up late doing work again?" I groaned and she laughed. " Yeah, I was up till 2 this morning." Her eyes bugged out of her head. I know only getting about 4 and a half hours of sleep is unhealthy, but it is what it is.

"Hey Santiaga..hey Carlos," I say as she walks up to me and Lana. " Aye hun wassup." Rose Santiaga is a tall and thick chick. She's so pretty, with that good-good hair. Her skin is a honey caramel color. The girl could pull anybody she wants bruh. Then there's Carlos. He looks the same. ..just boy form. After a couple of minutes of talking, Santiaga and her brother went on about their way. " I've been thinkin--" "You're friend is cute" Lana cut me off. I was a bit confused, but then again I knew exactly what was going on. "Carlos?" She shook her head yes and kept laughing. "Then try talking to him, dumb nut." Lana straight faced me and I walked off laughing. " I'm probably not his type, so nah." I rolled my eyes and sucked my teeth. " Shut up Lana, and quite buggin'. He's not gonna be mean. He cool people." I walked off to my next class and so did she.

Jamal POV

" Nigga fuck outta here," I yelled at some dude trying to fuck me over. He took off running down the hall with the quickness and I headed off to my class. I know I'm late, but who really gives a fuck. Not me, and for damn sure not these teachers. " Jamal Henderson, thank you for finally joining us." Mr. Baldwin says with that fake ass smile on his face. "Joining who? Yall keep doin' yall thing and I'm gonna be over here listening to music." I heard somebody say something under their breath, but it ain't nothing.