On yo first day at the new high school, you stepped into history class, feelin all eyes on you, the fresh face. It was right in the middle of the semester, & everyone had their cliques & routines already set. The teacher was droning on about sum war, scribblin notes on the board that we were supposed to copy down.

Now, Dd wasn't writin anythin down. Not a word. & it wasn't hard to see why, he didn't have a pencil. He looked over at the teacher, who was givin off those stingy vibes, like she'd rather swallow nails than lend out a pencil. So, Dd, he's scannin the room, & that's when he spots you, the new kid, probably figurin you'd be the east mark for a favor.

You felt this tap on yo shoulder, & you turned to see him leaning over. He had this way of makin you feel like you were the only two in the room when he spoke. "Yo, you gotta pencil I can borrow rq?" He whispered, his voice just Smooth enough to be noticed over the monotonous voice of the teacher

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