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Miya
Miller High School, most people would describe this place as a well organized, safe haven for underprivileged kids. The amazing award winning school that has an amazing athletics program and spectacular academics team.
Well, this is how I describe it.
Y-U-C-K. Yuck.
Hi. If you haven't met me yet I'm Miya, sophomore to be at Miller High. My freshman year was interesting, to say the least, let's just say being the girl that's always being watched and talked about in the halls isn't the best thing when you gotta take a piss and you have people trying to jump your stall door.
I was the chosen girl for this freshman year, you also may know this girl by the pet name 'Princess'. It made my freshman year a living hell but it also made my first year in high school the best it could have been.
It all started with that first day.
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'Well, well, well...who do we have here" I heard the bitches voice from behind my back. I turn around so quickly you would have thought Taco Bell was having a 2 for 1 sale. By that snarky ass comment and the high pitched tone, you could have guessed who it was.
Alana Preston, the biggest drama queen you will ever meet.
Let's just say, her and I don't particularly like each other all that much. Actually, we don't like each other at all for that matter.
"So Miya, cry all summer long," she said this and I snapped. Pushing her against the wall wrapping my hands around her throat. "I should have put you in your place when I had the chance, don't you ever talk-no look at me ever again. You understand that."
Before she had a chance to answer I threw her to the ground no hesitation and went on my way. Not looking back because I don't care if anyone was watching or video taping or even yelling at the teachers. This is who I am, I'm a fighter and if I want or have to I'll fight anyone who gets's in my way.
I walk out of the girl's bathroom and I'm automatically pulled back Into the boys, yeah-I know the guy's bathroom, what the hell am I doing in here. I'm slammed against the wall, the dude that has my mouth covered looks light skinned and has a good hair cut.
What I notice the important things.
I bit his hand and he squeals, "Ay mamacita, ¿Por qué hiciste eso?"
(Ouch little mama, Why did you do that?)
"¡Oh, no lo sé, quizás porque me llevas de contrabando al baño de los muchachos!"
(Oh, I do not know, maybe because you're smuggling me to the boy's bathroom!)
"You speak Spanish," he says this with awe. It's not uncommon, it's mandatory in 8th grade. I know some but definitely not a lot. Of course, I don't say what I'm thinking, "You speak English" I say mimicking the same awe.
I think he got the point that I was making fun of him. Maybe now he'll finally take his hands off my wrists, it's quite uncomfortable and I'm hoping I don't have to hurt this guy. He seems half way decent. So far.
"Listen, you and I are going to have some fun. His eyes scan up and down my body. When they finally came center with mine I thought it would be a good time to say my line.
"No hoy mi pequeño amigo."
(Not today my little friend.)
Saying that I brought my knee up and let's just say, that place where guys shouldn't get hit. Just got hit, pretty damn hard.
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