American schools.

23rd,September.

Dis shithole lives on fire every day. Not literally, but metaphorically it was still perfect. He couldn't count how many times someone have flashed him with a gun, and he also couldn't forget the time he saw some random kid selling guns in the toilets.

All he did was go back on his way and shut his mouth about it.

He hated a lot of things, meanies,bad guys,teachers' pet. And he loved very few things,man

“go back to your classroom,let’s go!”

I heard the teacher trying to get the students' attention in the hallway, as we slowly made our way to our classrooms. I left my stuff in my locker and combed my braids back with my fingers. I sighed.

As I was saying, I loved very few things… music, skateboarding… my bed,and my mama

I went back to my classroom and sat in the back. Everyone was talking amongst themselves, but I wasn't really interested. I wasn't in the mood that day... Maybe I would pass out in that class and then during recess I could play basketball to clear my mind..

“Alright students,this day,we have a new student.”

Me and several others stared at the teacher, who looked like she was starting to sweat.

“He was transferred. And I want him to be welcomed with warmth.”

no cap,that nigg# was cooked.