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Chapter 1: A look back.

Huey's POV

11th Grade. Somehow I've managed to get through Freshman and Sophomore year; no easy task there. I'm Seventeen, I've grew to 6'0, and I'm one of, if not the smartest person in school. I've met a lot of new people, managed to keep my old friends, and looking forward to what ever happens this year. Let me run down three of my new friends for you guys. First there was Heather, and my god she's annoying. Heather was white, about two inches shorter than me, and had red hair which I found repulsive. We met in freshman year and till this day I've regretted meeting her. I was finding my way through the hallway to find the principal's office when we accidentally bumped into each other. At first I got up and immediately put my guard up, but when I saw it was some random chick that I didn't know, I let my guard rest. We then picked up our books that fell and introduced ourselves. Ironically, we were both placed in 5 of the 6 classes I had that year. Everyday she would sit next to me and constantly bug me about my past, present, and future. I felt like one of these days my hand would connect with her face with a powerful force. Towards the end of freshman year, I've warmed up to Heather just a little bit because even though she was annoying, she was still there anyway. I even cheated off of her test sometimes, so she's useful for something... at least.

Then there was Gwen. Alone with heather, she was white, but was 5'4 and had black hair. Gwen and I did not get along very well when we first met. During our second period English class, the teacher instructed us to write about our goals that we set and plan to reach for our Freshman year, and onto our Senior year. Some kid who was sitting next to me I guess had this... kindergarten crush on her? So he decided to throw tiny paper balls at her to get her attention. At first, she didn't turn around, but when he threw full paper ball at her, it directly hit her head and of course, she turns around and blames it on me. She looks at me and says "stop throwing shit at me you fucking moron!" and I'm not usually the type to engage in petty arguments like this, but calling me a moron was just unacceptable. This resulted in the rest of us getting into a shouting match with the end result of the teacher calling the principal to restrain the both of us. When we were in the principal's office, she accused me once again of throwing a paper ball at her and I denied all of these accusations. After telling the principal who actually threw the balls, that kid got moved to the front of the room and Gwen apologized to me which I was forced to accept. We didn't talk for a few days after that. After we, once again ironically, got paired up for a project in our fourth period science class, we realize that we're both just as smart as the other. We got paired for every project that year and aced on every single one. I then realized that she's actually quite calm and collective and she's really smart. And if you're smart, you're a friend in my book.

During my Sophomore year, I met Chris. Chris was actually a lot like me. He loves to read, he's not scared of nobody, and he actually believes in everything that I believe in. Once we had a discussion at lunch, it's like a friendship sparkled almost instantly. We would always choose books from the Library, eat at Lunch together, and even practice fighting in the gym. It was really like I was hanging out with myself, only in this case he doesn't have an afro.

And of course, my old friends remained how they were, but things changed about them.

There was Jazmine. She's still my neighbor and she practically hangs out with Riley and I everyday. Jazmine really matured throughout the years, even though she's still sensitive. Jazmine grew to 5'5 and she has an amazing body. She's currently the cheerleader captain and she's one of the popular people in the school. Jazmine sometimes asks me to tutor her with her work whenever she doesn't understand something, or she just wants to be close to me. She acts like I don't know her ways, but I play along because I don't like to hurt her feelings. Sometimes I catch glances at her because, honestly, she was cute. She would sometimes look up as I'm watching her, but I quickly turn my vision to something else. Whenever Jazmine isn't cheer leading, or hanging out with her friends, she's mostly by my side. She even referred to me as her "best friend". I had no comment after she called me that.

Of course, there was Cindy. Or shall I say, the female Allen Iverson. Cindy was the best female basketball player in my school, you can even throw her in the discussion of the best overall in my school. Some even referred to her as the best female basketball player in the state. The only time we're seen associating is when she's hanging out with Jazmine when she's hanging out with me, she's at my house hanging out with my brother, Riley, or when we're in gym class together. We're somewhat friends, but not to the point where we're talking on a consistent basis. It's usually greetings, a minute of talking, or just glances and hand gestures. And boy can Cindy fight. She's takes no bullshit from anybody. You mess with her once, and it's over for you. And I respect her for it.

Lastly, there was Caesar. We go way back. Caesar is like family to me. Like the normal brother I actually wanted and not a thug. Not much more I can say about Caesar. Let's just say when I have his back, he's got mine. And our trust can't be broken.

Back to my point. 11th Grade. Somehow I've managed to get through Freshman and Sophomore year; no easy task there. I'm Seventeen, I've grew to 6'0, and I'm one of, if not the smartest person in school. I've met a lot of new people, managed to keep my old friends, and looking forward to what ever happens this year; especially because this is the year Riley starts freshman year. I'm still surprised those words even escaped my mouth.

Riley's P.O.V

Man, I can't tell you I'm so glad I finished middle school. That shit was a torture. Not to add everyone there was bitch ass niggas. Not once did I not almost think about smacking bitch. But that shit's over. My name's Riley. I'm Fifteen and I'm 5'7. I'm the best Basketball player in the state right now. I'm even better then Lebron, Jordan, Kobe, all of them niggas. Yes, it sounds cocky because it is cocky. I was on my middle school's Basketball team, and averaged 24.0 ppg, 6.0 APG, and 4.0 RPG. All that from a 14 year old? On a middle school team? Get out of here! I've got many awards from my school and my state, all were mostly about me being the Most Valuable Player, this and that. My school even put up a poster of me with me shooting the ball with the caption, "Our Most Valuable Player". After that poster was put up in the hallway where everyone who walked by saw it, I officially became popular. Girls were asking me out, giving me their number willingly, and everybody was just appreciating Young Reezy; and that was towards the end of the year! When I got called to the office though, just eight days before Graduation, I already knew something wasn't right.

"What do you mean I'm not graduating?" I shouted at the principal.

"Riley, you-" The principal began but I cut him short.

"I've been doing my work, along with being the best basketball player you've ever seen at age fourteen, and I'm not graduating? This is some mo' bullshit!" I said fiercly.

"Riley, calm down!"

"Calm down? Nigga you ain't telling me to calm down! I'm having arguably the best year in my school career, you randomly call me a week before graduation begins to tell me I'm not graduating, and you're telling me to calm down! Nigga you got some nerve!' I said while sitting down to calm myself down. It wasn't working at all.

"Riley, the thing is, you've passed all of your classes. There's just one thing missing." My ears were now open as he began again. "Mrs. Alston told me that you failed one of her-"

"Mrs. Alston? She had it out for me since the first day I stepped foot in her classroom! Remember when she called me a hoodrat?"

"Yes." The principal nodded his head.

"Remember when she called me out for getting up to sharpen my pencil?"

"Yes." The principal nodded once again.

"And don't even get me started on that one time she kicked me out for yawning."

The principal chuckled. "That one was pretty hilarious if you think about it. Riley, this is nothing to freak out about. Your average for that class is directly at the 58% mark. I had a conversation with Mrs. Alston and she said if you pass her last test, she will pass you for the year. Nothing to complain about, right?"

I sat down in silence for a few seconds before I mumbled, "I guess."

"Good, you better pass that test, basketball boy." The principal smirked at me and I left the office.

As Friday came, aka the day which decides if I graduate or not because of a fucking test, I grew more and more nervous as I entered Mrs. Alston's math class and exchanged daggering glances with her and took my seat. As everyone came in the class, and she started her introduction which took nearly twenty minutes, I nearly yawned but remember that she kicked me out for that exact reason before. I could not take any chances today. What felt like forever, she finally passed out the test. As I'm looking over the test, I thank God for two reasons; This test was all multiple choice, and I had two smart people sitting next to me. I looked at the clock and I had thirty minutes to do this test. I knew I couldn't rush through this test like I've done with most of her tests. This had to be taken seriously, I thought to myself as my pencil hit the paper.

"Well, Riley Freeman..."

I crossed my fingers as I waited for her next words.

"Congratulations, you've passed the test and my class." Mrs. Alston said with no emotion in her voice and I sprung up from my seat and danced to myself in the corner doing the homey. I don't care if that nigga Gangstalicious gay, that dance still catchy as hell.

Mrs. Alston sighed. "Well, it was a hell of a year Riley, but I'm actually proud of-"

"YES, I PASSED THE FUCKING CLASS. I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE IT! THE GIRLS SCREAMING 'RILEY, RILEY, RILEY! YOU DID IT NIGGA!' I'M GONNA GRADUATE. LET'S GO!" I said as I jumped with my fist in the air and headed towards the door. Some random attractive girl came and I grabbed her and kissed her cheek and she looked at me with a surprised look. "I GRADUATED!"

It took me a few seconds to realize I didn't even know who the hell this chick was.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry... I just got caught up in the excitement." I said rubbing the back of my neck.

What made this more surprising was that the girl actually kissed my cheek back. "Congratulations."

I stood there for a few seconds, feeling my cheek. It was hella warm. I walked out the classroom before anything else got weird.

After I spent the better part of two hours celebrating with my coach, team mates, and the principal, I went home and told the news to my Granddad and annoying brother Huey, who both had shocked expressions.

"Yeah, you heard it right! I'm graduating." I said triumphantly.

"Wow, Riley! For the first time in... forever, I'm actually proud of you." Granddad said while coming up and hugging me tightly.

"Granddad, you're... killing... me" I struggled to say.

"Oh nigga, hush! You should appreciate this hug, you know you're not getting another one like this." Granddad said, finally releasing me. Can't lie though, the nigga was right.

I looked over at Huey. "What, you ain't even gonna congratulate a nigga? That's cold."

"Yeah, Huey. You just appreciate this once in a lifetime chance." Granddad said.

"Thanks Granddad... Hey!"

"It's just... you graduating? That's really... something. Congrats." Huey said when we all heard a knock on the door. I exchanged glances with Huey before Granddad spoke up.

"Huey, get the door. This is Riley's day. He gets special privileges."

"A special privilege is him not getting to open the door?" Huey asked while raising his eyebrow.

"Yup." Both Granddad and I said together.

Huey sighed and then got up to open the door. I chuckled to myself and took his seat on the couch. As Huey opened the door, I saw three familiar people that I knew enter the living room.

"OH MY GOSH, CONGRATULATIONS, RILEY!" Jazmine screamed as she ran up to me and squeezed me tight.

Man what is up with me being squeezed in the past five minutes?

"CONGRATS, YOUNG REEZY!" Cindy said as she joined in on squeezing me.

Okay, this is getting ridiculous.

"Please... I'm... dying..." I struggled to say. Jazmine and Cindy let me go and I was coughing. The third person came and tossed me a bottle of water.

"Congrats, Riley." Caesar said, smirking at me.

"So... how did you guys know I'm graduating?" I asked as I began drinking from the water bottle.

"Riley, in the past hour, literally everyone's talking about it. It even became the headline on Woodcrest's newspaper." Cindy said.

"Me graduating is a headline?" I asked raising my eyebrow.

"Well, you have to admit... no one saw this coming." Caesar said.

"Really?"

"Yes." Everyone in the room said. Wow, that hurt.

"What high school are you going too?" Jazmine asked as she sat beside Huey. I swear those two have a thing for each other.

"I don't know." I shrugged as I took a seat.

"You're going to their school, boy."

"WHAT?" All four of them said surprisingly, except Jazmine's and Cindy's sounded surprisingly excited, although Huey and Caesar's sounded surprisingly disappointed. Hating ass niggas.

"Yes. I'm not sending Riley to a different school where I have to waste gas to go from one place to another just to pick you boys up. And what if you both get in trouble at the same time? Once again I don't have time to waste gas just because you two wanna act like idiots. Plus, it will give you all a chance to hang out together, you know, remake the breakfast brunch, I don't know." Granddad said as he changed the channel. Granddad had always been cheap, but this was just a funny rant on his end.

Huey sighed and said, "This is gonna be an interesting year." Everyone else nodded in agreement.

Once again, hating ass niggas.

When graduation came, I was a little sad, but not that much, because real niggas don't get sad. I heard all of the names of my teammates being called and how they were coming towards me to give me our teammate handshake that we created ourselves. It was a touching moment.

"Riley Freeman."

As my name was announced, I walked across stage and saw all of the applause, the people who I have no idea who they were, my classmates cheering for me, all of the people I've associated with, all of my friends, even my family, and our neighbors, the Dubois, cheering for me as well. Was I actually shedding a tear? This shit was too deep.

"We would like to honor our Most Valuable Basketball Player, Riley Freeman, with this certificate, being awarded to him by coach Phill himself, and this poster as a way of saying Thank you." The principal said as the poster came down and everyone just cheered even louder. The coach came onto the stage and handed me the award, shaking my hand and pulling me into a hug.

"I'm going to miss you, Freeman." Coach said while hugging me.

"Me too, Phill." I replied back. "Me too."

A/N: What's up? Yeah, I plan on finishing this story and that's a promise I plan to keep. Please Review, Put this as your favorite, follow this story, and this will work out right!