This story is not unique. It's honestly all too common.
It's 2019 in Tampa, Florida. It's summertime, and it's hot.
Jose was born in Xicoténcatl and came to this country looking for milk and honey. He loves his family more than Trump loves putting k...
Conner walks down the school hall, weaving through huddles bodies in the overcrowded corridor. Braxton is waiting for Conner next to his locker. Leaning against the wall, Braxton runs the tip of his tongue over his busted lip. Dark purple circles encase both of his eyes. He got the shit kicked out of him at a party last week for staring at Tabitha's tits in front of her boyfriend, Hunter. Almost everyone in school was there, and the ones who weren't have already watched it on social media at least a dozen times. This sort of thing would humiliate almost anyone else, but Braxton is one of those rare creatures who doesn't give a shit about going viral for the wrong reason. At least that's the bullshit bravado he puts up as a front. He swears he wasn't checking her out, but he definitely was— even if he wasn't drooling over her perky ass 34C's, guys like Hunter don't need a reason to kick the shit out of kids like Braxton. Braxton steps aside to let Conner to his locker— Conner spins the knob on the combination lock, "What's up?"
"Same shit, different day." Surveying the masses of people squeezing past them, he shakes his head, "Look at them, just a bunch of fucking cattle— doing whatever the fuck they're told."
Conner pulls a red spiral-bound notebook out of his locker that has a giant 88 with two lightning bolts etched across the cover with an eraser, "Does it surprise you? It's always been like this."
"Someone should just put us all out of our misery— oh fuck, did you see the shit Devin posted?"
Braxton pulls out his phone.
"No."
He shows his phone to Conner, "Check it out—"
Conner looks at it— it's a three-pane comic with Pepe The Frog holding a menorah the first— in the second, he's using it to light a house on fire— in the third, sits the This Is Fine Dog sipping a cup of tea with a white, and blue Star of David etched into the side of his hat, "Dude, that's fucked up."
"I know, right? Shit's hilarious." Braxton comments KEK on the post, "Here I'm tagging you."
Conner's phone buzzes from the notification.
"What are you doing tonight?"
"I'm not sure, I think my dad wants to go the Rays game—"
"Lame."
"He thinks that if he's tries hard enough that I'll get back into baseball."
"That sucks— did you tell him you just don't like it anymore?"
"Yeah, but he doesn't get it— he thinks it's just a phase."
"Well, holler if you're able to get out of it, maybe we can kick it something."
"Cool, I'll let you know."
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