Now that we're clear on a the little section of my life that had to be discussed, much to my consternation ( don't be lazy people, look it up if you don't know what it means), it's time for the good stuff. For those of us who don't know, us Californians typically have six classes a day. If you do the math, that means I haven't talked about four of my classes, so you lucky ducks get to take a field trip to yet another one of my classes: English. English is great, I mean, without it , my story wouldn't exist and my author wouldn't have been able to create this work of art.
I have English fourth period, right before lunch. Now see, this class is entertaining to say the least. I've sat in what basically amounts to the back of the room pretty much the entire year. And the cliche that the back of the room is the most fun is the truest thing I've ever heard.
            I  sit next to Sugar daddy, and before you misinterpret the nickname, I gave it to him as reference to his drug related ambitions. He is especially cool when you combine him with King, who sits behind me and Ice who sits in front of me. And don't forget Guam, who sits next to King. They  tell dirty jokes that make me laugh so hard, I forget how to breathe.
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HEYYY guys, sorry the chapter is really short, I'll probably add more to it as inspiration hits me.
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