After school I drove to my the address Mrs. Thompson gave me yesterday over the phone.
But as I got closer to my destination. I could help but hope and pray to God that the student I'm tutoring is not the same person that I had an encounter with yesterday.
I was so afraid for my life that now I have to make sure I don't see him standing in the cut just waiting for me to snitch. I displease him so much not only because of what happened.
But also because he feels since he has a high superior than everyone else. He thinks the world must idolize him because he can destroy you and your family reputation with in seconds.
That's just what happens when you go to the same high school with the most selfish, idiotic, wealthiest, badboy at Western High. That person was Isaiah Thompson.
He was the ruler of almost all the unpopular. Well not me. Some praised him, some despised him, and some were close. I could never understand how anyone could stand him.
He's a selfish dipstick. He bullies people for a living and lets everyone knows he's the boss.
That's just what happens when you don't discipline you children at a young age. They think that they can do whatever the hell they want with no consequences.
"Your destination is on the right." Siri said.
I pulled up to a giant gate and looked around my area. Ain't no way I'm at the right address. I looked backed at the address again and saw it was correct.
"You've reached your destination."
"Ok. Siri." I said as I called up Mrs. Thompson. "Hi. Does you house entrance have a giant gate? Because if so I'm at a gate and I can't get in." I said as I heard a chuckle release from her through the phone.
"Yes Natalie. The code is 5734." She said as I lean over and pressed the numbers in.
"Thank you." I said as we hung up and I drove through the nice entrance and parked my car next to a black 2019 Cadillac Escalade ESV.
Ok. Nice car.
I grabbed all my stuff I need for the tutor section. I checked myself in the rear view mirror to make sure I look presentable.
Today I wore a mixer of the primary colors with green added. I had on a short button up collared long sleeve shirt with blue jeans. My hair was in crossing braids at the top while my extra hair was in a curly ponytail to my back.
I had matching shoes, nails, and a close enough case to match my style with my gold iPhone XS. And topped my style with a green colored lipgloss.
I locked the door to my car and headed to the front door. Man was this house massive. It looked really nice and expensive just how rich people like.
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