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Since everyone like a lil bit of Tupac, DeVante Swing and Ginuwine, I decided to combine these 90's daddies in this book full of short stories.
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Billie 1994:
'Well I guess I'm late again' I said to myself as I came out from the girls toilet
I really don't care anyways because I can't stand my English teacher, yes Mr Shakur, I probably might sound crazy for saying this because all the girls in my class love his ass but me, I'm different. I usually drift of in his lessons and talk, he's so fucking passionate about poetry and it would bore me to death every time he dragged the subject.
I usually did what I would do which was walk in the class with the boys looking at me coming in late and the girls eyes admiring the teacher, but this time the door was locked.
'Is there a lockdown or something?' I automatically thought to myself as I knocked on the door
I waited out the hall for like a good five minutes, I really felt like cutting school and skipping lesson but as soon as I turned my heel, his ass wanna come open the door.
'BILLIE!' I heard him yell after my name as I turned around
'Yes' I answered in an annoyed tone
'Why are you late?' He asked me
'I was using the toilet, now let me-' I tried to walk past him but he blocked my entry 'Move!' I said agitated
He looked at the students in the classroom then closed the door 'I don't know who the fuck you are yelling at but if you don't fix your fucking attitude I'll fucking fix it for your'
'Okay then' I acted as if I wasn't afraid
'You think this shit is funny?' He got way more serious
'Yeah, so hilarious, I'm dying' I said with sarcasm
'You've got detention after school' he seemed to give up with me
'What why-'
'I said you have a FUCKING DETENTION' he shouted at me 'Ask another question and I'll make it longer'
'Do I make myself clear?' He asked sternly
'Yeah yeah' I said
'Do I make myself-'
'Yes, crystal clear' I gritted through my teeth
He opened the door and finally let me in. This man obviously don't like me, bare punishing me and talking to me as if I was one of the niggas trying to jump him. This why you don't have young niggas teaching at the school with street smarts because look what the fuck I've gotten myself into.....
'Dang what was that about?' Anne-Marie asked me
'His ass thinking he run shit, he also gave me detention after school as well' I unpacked my books from my rucksack
'Lucky' She said
'What do you mean lucky, I have a hour of my free time to stay behind with him and I have to go home late' I whined
