𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒.

'𝟎𝟕

excuse all mistakes.

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𝐊𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐀'𝐉𝐀𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄.
⥊𝘌𝘈𝘚𝘛 𝘕𝘌𝘞 𝘠𝘖𝘙𝘒, 𝘉𝘙𝘖𝘖𝘒𝘓𝘠𝘕, 𝘕𝘠⥊
𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟓, 𝟏𝟎:𝟑𝟑 𝐚.𝐦.
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Kross's pencil moved swiftly across the page as he answered the blank questions on the math homework sheet that rested on top of his red folder, his light brown eyes scanning over the questions before reaching up to flip the page, nibbling at his pink bottom lip.

Though it was early in the day, Kross had a habit of doing his homework in the next class he went to before it started, since he hated doing it at home being he couldn't concentrate with all the arguing his parents did.

"Yo Whoopty, wasspoppin' blood," A kid, who Kross knew as Bdott, greeted Kross, who snapped himself out of the daze he was in to look up and nod at the kid, dapping him up.

He knew Bdott since he was one of the many teenagers who jacked being blood, wearing a red bandana around his head and raised absolute hell at school, getting suspended for fights. Kross was cordial with him, and happened to be one of the only kids besides Nas that he talked to, since he was in his class.

"B, you always wanna bother him for what? You know he don't talk," A girl named Cerina spoke up, swinging her legs a little as she sat on top of the desk, a small smile on her face when she caught Kross's gaze.

She was a mixed race Latina and black girl, with beige-coloured skin and loose curls that she normally kept in braids. As far as Kross knew, she was a little on the hoe side but he didn't really give a fuck, being he didn't talk to her unless she talked to him.

"Hey Krosssss," Cerina dragged out, tucking his lip-gloss covered bottom lip in between her teeth and adjusted her dark-washed jeans. "Why you always doin' ya work before we actually gotta do it?"

"Why you always tryna talk to him? Damn," A loud girl who sat in the back of the class spoke up loudly, and Kross couldn't help but suck his teeth from how loud the classroom got all of a sudden.

Where the fuck our teacher at? Class was 'posed to start already.

"Yo where the fuck is our teacher at?" Bdott asked loudly, and a bunch of people started talking at once, making Kross curse under his breath and pull him headphones out along with his phone and putting one bud in, unlocking the space grey iPhone 6 with his thumb and clicking on the bright orange SoundCloud app.

He scrolled through his music for a few seconds before tapping on 'Rule' by Nas, the melodic beat immediate floating into his ears. The annoyed feeling slowly slipped away and the 14-year old boy continued to complete the math problems on the worksheet.

The song was one Kross enjoyed listening to since Kaze used to play it all the time when he lived with them, and at first he would get annoyed, but Kaze told him to listen to the lyrics and let them marinate.

"Ms. Rivera get off of the desk, that's for your work not your ass." The booming loud voice of his principal Mr. Grant filled his other ear, causing Kross to pause mid-problem and shift his focus to the front of the classroom to where the tall Grenadian man was standing near the empty white board.