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Laila
The bell ranged for the last class. It was English. I knew Mr. Duodu was going to speak with that British accent talking about 'who do you think you are.' I walked in the class to be greeted by him.
"Laila, my sweetheart. How are you ?" he said with that warm, comforting smile.
"Fine." I said.
"Well the class should be here anytime soon. Have a seat." as soon as I sat down, everybody came through the door. I watched as they walked in the door. Then something caught my eye. It was Jason and couple of his friends. I grabbed my book and opened it like I was looking in it. I peeked from the top and seen him looking at me.
"Shit." I mumbled to myself. I put the book down and him and his friends walked towards me.
"Hey Laila." he said and hugged me.
"Who this ?" one of them said. He was cute but not how Jason was.
He was lightskin (A/N- shoutout to my lightskins.) had a deep fade with tattoos all on his arms. And stood about 6'6'. The other one was lightskin. He had no tattoos and was brolic.
"Travis and Josè, this is Laila, my friend." he said introducing us.
"Hey lil ma." Travis said.
"Hòla." Josè said.
"Nigga speak english." Travis said.
"Hi." he said snickering.
"Hey. Nice to meet you Travis and Josè." I mumbled as I put my head down. They took their seats as we listened to Mr. Duodu lesson.
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