Riley -age 14, residing in Woodcrest

Huey -age 16, residing in Woodcrest

It was 7:35 am on a Monday morning. I stood in my room while in my boxers ironing my T-shirt with my toothbrush in my mouth. I turned around when I heard the door opened. It was Huey standing there looking at me annoyed with his book sack resting on one side of his shoulder.

I took my toothbrush out of my mouth to speak "Whatchu want nigga?" I asked frustrated.

"It's 7:46 and your ass still in your boxers, not dressed for school. Can you hurry the hell up please?"

I sighed of annoyance. "alright, chill nigga. I'll be down in 10 minutes"

After I brushed my teeth and got my shit together, I made my way down the stairs and saw Huey waiting at the door for me, looking pissed off as usual.

"It's about time" he said while making his way out the door. I ignored his remark and headed out. We got into Huey's car which was a used 2002 Toyota Camry he had saved up for. I sat in the car thinking to myself how boring class was going to be today, especially with the lame ass teachers we were assigned to. They were boring as fuck and I had only been in school for three months, but already wanted the school year to end.

We arrived at school around 8:20, but we couldn't go to class until we got our late slips from the office. I saw a skinny girl dressed in a long black dress with black combat boots. She had an olive skin tone and long cold black hair that hung down to her lower back. She was talking to the principal. I looked at Huey reading his book while sitting in the chair, waiting for the principal to assists us.

" Aye..Huey" I whispered towards him

He looked up at me as if he was annoyed that I disturbed him " ..what?"

"Don't that bitch in black look like she could be a cast member from that movie The Ring..you know, that girl who come out the TV?" I asked in a whisper.

" Nigga, you stupid" he said looking back down at his book. I laughed to myself at my own joke. When the principal was done talking to the student, the girl dressed in all black turned towards us, making her way towards the door. I got a better look at her. She had on a shit load of black eye shadow with eyeliner and mascara, but it did bring out her green eyes.

8 minutes later, we got our late slips and headed to class.

While I was in 6th period, I ignored my Art teacher by drawing some sketches in my notebook. Don't get me wrong, I loved art, but when it came to working on the definitions, I wasn't feeling it. I rather just get to the drawing and painting, working with the pastels and shit. 10 minutes later, I stopped drawing when I heard the door open, It was that girl again, the girl with the long black hair who was dressed in all black. The teacher smiled and welcomed her in.

"Hi Zoey, come on in" She said while bringing her towards the front center of the class. She looked a little nervous as she stood in front of us.

"Class, this is Zoey Anderson, She's a transfer student and I want you to make her feel welcome as possible—would you like to tell the class a little about yourself ?" The teacher asked.

The new girl nodded her head nervously "um-yeah..sure"

She was fidgeting with her hands as she spoke.

"Well, my name is Zoey of course. I'm 15 years old..a sophomore student and I love art. I feel like Art is a nice escape of reality"

After she introduced herself, she took a seat, which was only two seats behind me.

School was finally over for the day. I chilled on the couch playing the PS3 in the living room. It was 6:00 pm. Granddad didn't feel so well, so he stayed in bed all day and that nigga Huey was just reading as usual, so I had the TV all to myself. I stayed playing videos games for 3 hours straight until I saw Huey enter the room giving me one of his usual annoyed looks.

" You got a problem nigga?" I asked

"Did you do your homework yet?" he asked with his arms folded

I sighed and put the controller down. " Man, how many times I gotta fucking tell you, I do my homework in the morning at school nigga!"

He sighed and shook his head. " Look, you've been down here all day, now I want to watch the 9:00 news, so get your juvenile delinquent ass up before I make you get up"

I got up off the couch walking towards him- "Nigga, you ain't gon' do shit"

He looked at me silently, nodded his head and then turned around. "yeah, that's what I thought" I said in a low tone. Suddenly his leg quickly extended towards me, giving me a hard kick to the stomach. I fell two feet back and dropped to the floor in pain clinching onto my stomach. " You bitch ass nigga" I said still holding my stomach. He grabbed the remote and took a seat on the couch while putting his feet on the coffee table.

"That ain't hurt nigga" I said slowly getting up off the floor. I didn't feel like putting up a fight. I decided to give in and go in our room instead.

3 weeks later

While walking down the hall, making my way to my 3rd period class , I noticed the transfer student by her locker. She was getting her books out. She had dark purple lipstick on her lips, which were nice and full by the way. I can't even lie, this bitch was attractive ,but something was just weird about her and the clothes she was wearing made me realize how skinny she was. She wore a tight long sleeve black shirt with tight black pants and some black platforms boots. Her legs looked like toothpicks, but her pretty face made up for her lack of body. I walked passed her slowly, just to see what she was getting out of her locker. I saw her reach for a black book that had a circle with a star on the inside, it wasn't like a normal star though. My curiosity caused me to walk over to her locker. She gave me a look as if she didn't want me there. "Can I help you?" she asked annoyed.

"yea..I couldn't help but notice that black book in your hand with the little star thing on it-what is it?"

"You mean the Pentacle?" she asked

I gave her a confused look. "The what?"

"Don't worry about it. It's just something that represents my craft"

"Your craft?"

"Yes- my craft. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my Algebra class" She said walking off. I continued watching her from behind. *She had a nice ass for a skinny bitch*

Around 12:30, I sat with my friends at lunch in the cafeteria. It was me, Huey, Jazmine, Leon, Cindy, and Clyde. Everything was quiet for a bit while we ate at the table, until Cindy broke the silence.

"Aye Riley..I saw you talking to that skinny bitch dressed in all black..what was that all about?" she asked while taking a fry from my tray. She was a greedy bitch.

"Why you worrying about who I talk to? We not together anymore- remember?"

"Yeah, I remember, but I wasn't the one who called it quits—now was I?"

Cindy and I always kind of liked each other and decided to date in the 7th grade. We broke up a month before I started my freshman year. Our personalities were very much alike and that's what caused the problem. Cindy was a very jealous bitch. She didn't take no shit, but I sure as hell didn't either. When it came to us fighting, she didn't back down and I didn't back down either. Our relationship was doing more damage than good, so I thought we were better off as friends.

"Wait, hold up..what girl y'all talking about?" Leon asked

" Some skinny gothic freak lookin bitch" Cindy said annoyed.

I ignored her response and responded to Leon. "It's just a girl in my Art class. You never seen her around?- I asked. Leon shook his head from side to side. I continued on about the new girl- "She's a transfer student..She wears a shit load of black clothes and has long black hair down to her back—kind of look like she could be a member of The Addams Family."

Leon, Huey, and Clyde looked around the cafeteria, seeing if they could spot her. I did as well, but she was no where to be found.

" You know I heard that bitch worships the devil" Cindy said quickly bringing our attention back to her.

"-and how do you know that?" I asked

"Cause bitches be talking Riley. That girl is an evil devil worshiper okay? Stay the hell away from that bitch" Cindy said in a low tone.

I was actually excited to be in this class today. It was my 6th period Art class and we were finally planning to do something other than reading books and writing definitions. Our teacher, Mrs. Abigail, was all smiles while explaining our upcoming project.

"Okay, so class, we're going to be working with chalk pastels. I want you to draw something that tells me a little about yourself. This will be a great way for the class to get to know more about each other, but here's the thing, you will be working in pairs- and before you even ask why, the reason is because this will also help you learn how to work with others, interacting with people you may not usually interact with is a great learning skill for the future-also you will mix two different concepts together on your pastel painting- there will be one concept for you and one concept for your partner. I want you to try and combine these two concepts together in one painting -Understand?"

I put my hand on my face while my elbow rested on the desk. I just thought to myself * This is some bullshit* - I hated being paired with others. Working with other people and taking orders from other people was NOT my thing. Mrs. Abigail already had paired us in groups. She walked down each row, handing students a small piece of paper that told us who we were paired with. I finally received mine and saw the names Riley freeman and Zoey Anderson together. I sighed looking back at her and thought to myself *Why I gotta be paired with weirdo bitch?*