It was finally the end of summer break's regulation. Back to school for what it feels like forever. Taysom and Quayvon were just getting off the bus, when the school's most famous janitors called out their names.
"Huh? Bro, these two again." said Quayvon.
"Yeah, you bet it's these two again." remarked Mr. Fischer, cracking his knuckles.
"Man, what do y'all want, bruh?" Taysom imparted, annoyed.
"You ain't gotta be so rude, youngsta. We just wanted to tell you something." Mr. Frazier took a sip of his drink.
"Tell us what?" replied Quayvon.
"That yo boy, Taysom, got the job for yearbook photographer-"
"Woah, Thanks!" Taysom cut off Mr. Fischer.
"Hold up, n*gga..." said Mr. Fischer. "You're also in charge of this year's events." He continued.
Taysom and Quayvon thanked them and walked into the school building.
"I swear high schoolers these days are in a rush." said Mr. Fischer.
"For real, I bet it's puberty." replied Mr. Frazier.
"On Zeus."
"What the f**k is 'On Zeus'?"
"Some shit I made up."
"Hmm... Wanna smoke?"
"Fasho."
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Jayst's The Yearbook
Teen FictionA group of friends, sophomore year, hits a tragic turn when one of their friends dies. As the year goes on these friends try to stick together and live on, no matter how dark it gets.
