Finding Yourself

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Keeylah Mason.

I stepped out of my white Mercedes CLA and took a deep breath. Another day of highschool as a senior at John Langston high school.. I flipped my new 20 inch malaysian weave over the left side of my shoulder. It was black and curly, just how I liked it. I was wearing a red bandeau and a denim jacket with stonewashed shredded jeans and my black and red bred 13s. I had red liptick on and my mascara and eyeliner game was three hunna. I shifted my backpack and strutted up the school stairway.

Of course I got stared down by bitches and got stared at by boys. But I wasnt totally interested. I strutted up to my best friend, Dez. She was my ROD and my best friend. She had black hair flowing down to the middle of her back, she had on a plain white tee, with dungarees and some black/cement Air Jordans 4s.

"Hey Mamicita!" She said. I smiled and hugged her. "Hey Hun." I said while hugging her. "How are you?" She asked. I knew that question had more meaning to it. She asked how I was after the whole attack.

"Im fine." I shrugged. "I know you arent. But Im not gonna pressure you. Have you spoken to you-know-who?" She wiggled her eyebrows. I laughed. "Girl, I've been seeking him out. But Imma make my move soon. Wait on it." She nodded her head. We were talking about Carter Thompson. He is so sexy and jaw-dropping. I've wanted to jump his bones for a while, but dammit. He doesnt notice me.. I think.

We just started talking about random stuff until Dez aburtly stopped talking. "What?" I mouthed. "Mystery Boy 3 o'clock." She mouther back. I froze up and turned around.

And Sure enough, There was Carter Thompson talking with his two other friends. He looked hot today. He was wearing a plain black v-neck, some jeans and black converse. His hair was black and sleeked in the front.

His dark brown eyes were dark and He was smoking on a blunt . Typical Carter. "Girl go get yo man." She whispered. I chuckled. "Girl. He needs to notice me, not the other way around." I said.

"Then lets make him notice you." Dez smile devilishly. I rolled my eyes.

Me and Dez started to walk to the entrance where the door was, where also Carter happened to be. I slowly switched my hips and Dez did the same.

Once we walked passed them, We turned around and they was still deep in conversation as before. Like we didnt JUST walk them. Funny how we caught other niggas attention though.

"Ol fire hydrant built head ass." I mumbled in anger. Dez heard that and started laughing. I smacked my teeth. "Ion know why you laughing at me bruh." I said, pushing through the school doors. Dez was right behind me. "Gooooorrrl! You insulted yo boothang cuhh he didnt notice you. Thats funny." She said. I ignored her. "Whatever." I mumbled and walked over to my locker. Dez and I shared a locker cause she dont like hers. For What Reason? The world may never know besides Dezianne ( De-SI-ANNE ) Ashton.

I put in my combination and my locker propped open. I took off the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle backpack I have on. [ A/N: Bruuuuh. I got one of these for school lmao. ] I took out my binder and then I threw my backpack in the locker and Dez did the same. I slammed the locker shut and picked my binder off the floor. Dez shook her head. "What?" I said. "Nothing, Girl. C'mon lets just head off to Ms. Simmons class." She said, pulling on my hand. Once she finally dragged me into our first period class.

We sat in some seats in the back. I slid into the desk and took my phone out. I opened up my iMessages and saw that Chuckee had texted me. I rolled my eyes and deleted the conversation, without bothering to reading it. Chuckee was sadly, my estranged father whom has the tendency to dip in and back out of my life. I live with my mom and my little brother, Keeis.

I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see Kennedy Parkers's caked up face. Her blonde extensions stood curly and down her back. Her hoe outfit of the day was a crop top, some short short shorts and some flats or whatever. She plastered a fake smile. "What?" I snapped. I didnt like to deal with broads because I honestly didnt want to get suspended because I dont think my mother could find a another school that will be willingly to deal with me.

Her smile was not replaced with a frown. "Arent we a little snappy today?"

I rolled my eyes and looked back at her, not bothering to answer her. "Well anyways, I came to tell you that you are sitting in my seat."

I looked at Dez like "What the f**k is she talking about?" . Dez shook her head and I looked back up to Kennedy. "It's just a seat. b***h, there is plenty around here that Im sure you can sit in." I said to her.

She rolled her eyes and I stood up. By now, Everyone was looking at this little altercation. But what they dont know is that I refuse to hit her. Nope, I aint gon do nothing to her pretty little clown face.

"Listen, let me just sit here and we can settle this, hoe." She spat. Oh hell no. I was thinking. But I took a deep breath. "No." I smirked. She stomped her foot and threw a little tantrum. She huffed once again and moved to her little clique in the front. I sat back down in victory. Dez clapped her hands.

"Good job, Keey. You aint slap her. Im suprised, but proud." She said. I shrugged like it was nothing, but it took all the power in me now to smack that b***h.

The bell had rung and everyone scattered to their seats as Ms. Simmons came in the class.

"Okay class, today we will be learning about the Civil War." Her chirpy voice said. The class groaned.

The door flew open and Carter came in with his binder under his hand and His eyes were glazed. It was obvious he was high as hell. "Oh look, who decided to join us." Ms. Simmons frowned. "Sorry, Ma'm. I had some... business to handle." He smirked. She shooed him away and continued with his lesson. He made his way to the back and decided to sit two seats in front of me. The desk in front of me was empty, so I had a clear view of his full head of hair. Dez smirked at me. I sighed and got my phone out.

"So class, I want to hear you guys opnions on biracial relationships." Ms. Simmons said out the cut. I snapped my head up. How the f**k did the civil war turn into biracial subject?

"You have something aganist that, Ms. Mason?" Ms. Simmons arched her left eyebrow. f**k, they heard me. Everyone looked at me, Even Carter turned his head behind me. He was staring directly at me.

"Um. No." I said. She nodded her head, while everyone turned their heads back.. Everyone, except Carter. He kept looking at me, then he smirked, then and only then did he turn around. I was getting all hot and bothered. I sighed.

While everyone was saying their opnions, I was on my phone. "How about you, Ms. Mason? How do you feel?" I heard Ms.Simmons ask. I froze and looked up from my phone, quickly.

"Um.. Well.." I strayed off. Then the bell suddenly randg, signaling the start for second period. I sighed in relief. I picked my backpack up and walked out the room, waiting for Dez. I luckily was saved by the bell.

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