"Who's that new boy?" I asked Drake, who was sitting next to me in the lunch room. "Oh that's Wayne, I have English class with him," He replied. "Let's go talk to him, he seems cool," I replied, getting up and leading the way to where Wayne was sitting alone with his lunch. He had swag. He looked dope in his cargo pants, plain T shirt, Jordans, and a snapback hooked onto his belt. He had dreads, a lot of tattoos, and some piercings. He looked around the lunch room, and you could tell that he felt out of place. It was his first day as a senior at Los Angeles Fine Arts Academy. They say that he had some talent in rapping. Well, I too was a rapper, and I certainly wanted to find out if that was true. Copyright Rights Reserved © 2014 - 2017