Chapter 4

Well, we was riding back home on the school bus, I sat in the back of the bus, where it seemed like the most fun happened at. I sat in the 3rd from last seat, with my friend Tasha who lived up the street from me. “Girl, yo pussy smell like dog breath.” Jojo, one of the boys who sat in the back said to some girl in the front of the bus who he thought was talkin loud. The whole bus laughed, as he sat there just looking at the girl from the back of the bus. “Girl, I’m tired as hell.” Tasha said, going through her purse for something. “I know, I was so ready for school to be over with, I didn’t know what to do.” I agreed with her. We always had to wait a long time for our stop to come up. As we sat in back of the bus, we heard some of the boys in front and behind us talking loud acting like the whole bus wanted to hear their conversation. “Shut up. Don’t nobody wanna hear y’all conversation.” Niyesha said. Niyesha was one of those girls who wasn’t afraid to speak her mind, and she dared anybody to try to argue with her. She could also fight, having a record of losing 2 out of the 20 something fights in her life. The boys didn’t do nothing but get quieter, and listen to what she said. “(You got me so hypnotized(.” Tasha’s ring tone blasted causing a couple of people to look back. “This boy just keep on texting me.” Tasha told me, as she read the text message. “What boy?” I asked trying to look at the text message at the same time. “This boy I met at Kensington train station.” Tasha said giving me the phone to read the messages he had sent her that day.

I scrolled through the text messages, as they had a series of, “What you doing?” and “Where you at?” messages. “Is he ugly?” I asked her still going through the phone. “He straight. He like 22 though, and I told him I was 18, even though I ain’t nothing but 15.” she told me. “Ooh girl, you need to stop.” I told trying to sound like I was so much older than her. “I ain’t tryna get serious with him.” she said glancing out the window by me. “So, he asked for your number first?” I asked her giving her back her phone. “Yeah, at first he was like we can be friends but now, this nigga been calling and texting me off the rip, I wish I didn’t even give him my number.” she said to me like she was really going through some “things”.