Oliver Black
After talking to our English teacher, Isaiah and I finally made it to our floor. School felt different today. I looked around and everyone would look at us and talk. Most of them would point out something on their phones. I looked at Isaiah if he knew anything and he looked exactly like me. We ignored it and went towards the changing room, today we had our selections.
We had a shocker the minute we entered. Amanda's number was on the wall with an article and posters of her cartoon figure. What is happening here? Blood started to boil inside of me. I'm sure it was the same with Isaiah because we both started to rip out the posters on the wall.
"WHO THE f**k DID THIS?" Isaiah asked. No fuckin asshole answered.
"TELL US BEFORE WE CHARGE ON EACH ONE OF YOU!!" I warned them.
