it's been a few months since you came to this new school, so you done got the lay of the land now. this whole place is ratchet as fuck, there's a nigga selling weed in every bathroom, a big ass fight about every week, and the teachers dont really give a fuck. it's that Atlanta public education, i guess.. but whateva.

you had just got outta class and gettin ready to go home, picked up ya shit from the locker but then the PA system come blaring.. nobody can ever understand what the principal be saying, but it only ever means one thing once school over.. niggas are shootin outside again.

nobody is surprised by the shit either, there is barely any panic in the halls. this school is right between 2 hoods, so niggas are always beefin about some fuck shit. you can hear a couple gunshots, nobody eva gets hit tho.. all them niggas got terrible aim. all this means is that cops gon show up in a hour and waste everybody time.. so you cuttin out the back door.

you let out a sigh, making your way through the halls, you don't wanna deal with none of this shit, but on ya way to the staircase you bump into somebody. fallin on ya ass and lookin up, you recognize the nigga instantly, Cormani Burnell.

nigga would be mad popular if he ain't hate everybody at this school.. although it's understandable why he does. everybody wanna be so tough for no reason, all while gettin no money... so the niggas leave him be, and the hoes admire from a distance.

"aye you good twin? ian mean ta do dat fa real"

he really dont look like he care, but still offer you a hand to get up nonetheless.