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Inspired by Degobrah, by Butter 08.
He didn't quite get why he was there- nope, nope, it wasn't his scene, not at all. Sure, tests in the boy's Algebra class were the perfect time to sleep (opportunities that he took full advantage of, regardless of whether it was testing time or not) and the rails were long, even, good for grinding, but overall those small points were overshadowed by the negative vibes.
He didn't like the feel of the establishment at all. And if he didn't like the place, psh, whatever, you could forget about the people there.
"Man, yo, those people, all so damn fake. I don't get it- they always complainin' 'bout how they don' wanna be there, n' then they go through the same damn thing every friggin' day." Beat grumbled to himself, feeling exposed without his CAT skull beanie swallowing his head.
"Is that what you think, Beat?" His little sister looked up at him with deep blue eyes, smiling innocently.
"Yeah, Rhyme… I jus' don' get it at all. They don' wanna be there, they should skip. Nothin' to it. Not like th' teachers care anyway."
Rhyme frowned, getting her own smaller beanie from the side pocket of her bright red schoolbag as they walked home. "Well, maybe they just… need somewhere to be. School isn't for everyone, I s'pose." She said in that small timid voice, fiddling with the edges of the headgear.
"Well, I don' find impor- impor- whass' so great 'bout all that shit they're talkin' bout. They go on, tellin' me how t' live m' life… I don't see how 's all that great. Eatin' squishies, playin' minigolf…"
"Well, I suppose that people live their lives differently."
"Degobrah, yo."
Rhyme was at a loss. "… Degobrah?"
"Yeah, degobrah. Not gonna tell 'em how to live their lives. I don't find 'em good, they' don' find me good, so 's all good."
Rhyme smiled, holding her older brother's large hand with her own small one. "You can be… well, a role model, Beat." She said, looking up at him again and giggling. Beat went slightly pink.
"Nah, Rhyme. Thas' not m' thing. 'M not a role model, 's just wha' I do."
But Rhyme continued to smile, holding her brother's hand as they walked home.