Chapter 3

“Class, turn to page 34, in your American History books.” Ms. Whitefield said, going through her book sitting way back in her lazy boy chair she bought from her house. We were now in 3rd period, waiting for the lunch bell to ring at 12:30 pm, promptly. We all waThe conited for the bell to ring since we got in the class. It was an anxious wait because sometimes it would ring early and sometimes late. “Start reading Derrick.” our teacher said scanning through the class. As he read, I sat looking at the clock, waiting. Since Larissa wasn’t in my class, I didn’t have her here to entertain me, making light of the situation. “This bell need to come on.” Jasmine, my friend in this class, whispered to me. I nodded my head with a look of boredom on my face. Just as she said that, Chris came over and sharpened his pencil. He always be messing with me when he come over here. I looked him dead in his face staring at his hazel eyes, and red freckled face. Chris was cool, but also a big flirt, and he didn’t only flirt with me, but half the girls in the 11th grade. He got voted Most Prettiest Eyes, every year till Larissa came, I guess he let that go to his head. He wasn’t ugly, but you know how some cute ass niggaz be so un-attracting when they play to much, he was one of those.

He gon walk pass me and rub his finger across my chin. I pushed his arm away before he could get to the other end of my chin. He smiled at me, with his red ass. “Gone somewhere.” I told him, shooing him away. “Don’t be waving at me like I’m a dog.” he said sharpening his pencil. “You is a dog.” I said back to him rolling my neck at him. “You wasn’t saying that last night.” he said, using one the most lamest, oldest come-back jokes niggas be using when they can’t think of nothing else. “Lame.” I said to him focusing my attention back on the clock. He sharpened his pencil and knocked mine off the desk as he walked off, looking back and smiling. I shot a bird at him, and looked again at what time it was. The bell was going to ring anytime now, I got up to pick up my pencil Chris had knocked on the floor and hoped the bell would ring, so I could get a head start out the classroom. “RING!” it rang as I got up. It was like an Olympics race or something; them kids was gone. I fell behind because my earring had dropped when I was racing out. By the time I got to the Cafeteria the lines looked like it was a concert inside the main food rooms.