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I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS!

~Jazmine~

'Oh, why did my baby have to go and leave me?

I remember sunny days and grassy hills beneath the trees

When nothing mattered

When we were free

Am I really missing you?

Or do I just feel this way because I lost my glee?

Wish you were here, so I could be happy'

She re-read her freshly written song lyrics and evaluated them in her head. So far, today's lunch at the cafe had been pretty uneventful.

This is the perfect time to work on my latest song, Jazmine thought, so that's what she did.

As she put the finishing touches on her lyrics, adding a word here and fixing a rhyme there, she felt another's lingering presence nearby. Before she could even fully turn her head, she squeaked and jumped in her seat, flabbergasted by him.

"Hiro!" she scolded him in a whisper, not wanting to disrupt other customers in the coffee shop. "Were you just standing behind me the whole time, you weirdo?!" she asked. His playful grin made her want to roll her eyes, yet it was oddly comforting to the girl. He sat down across from her at her table and combed his fingers through his floppy jet black hair.

"If you missed me so badly, you should've just texted me. You didn't have to write a whole poem about it," he teased, "but I admire your effort."

"Oh, be quiet. This song isn't about you," she said, sticking her tongue out at him. He rose a brow in confusion.

"Then, who is it about?" he replied. She didn't exactly know how to answer this, considering she herself didn't even know who it was about, either; she'd sort of just written it on a whim.

"Um, nobody in specific, actually," she said. He smirked and fiddled with his phone.

"Alrighty, then, Jaz." There was a brief moment of silence between them before he made her an offer: "You know, I could make a good beat to go with those lyrics." She pursed her lips.

"Sorry, but maybe another time? These lyrics are for someone else," she explained reluctantly. He tilted his head, puzzled again.

"What?" he questioned.

"One of my side jobs is ghostwriting for upcoming artists." He chuckled with amusement.

"Really?"

"Yeah, one day, I hope a bigger artist, like Beyonce or Rihanna, will notice my lyrics and ask me to write for them." She lowered her head with a hint of bashfulness.

"Don't you want to be in the limelight, though?"

"Oh, no! I would be sucky entertainer," she giggled in a timid manner.

"Don't say that, girl." A subtle grin gradually formed on his lips as he gazed into her eyes. "I think you'd make an amazing singer." At a loss for words by his opinion, she giggled as her eyes danced around.

"I guess we'll have to see what the future holds, huh?" she said in a velvety tone.

After lunch ended, Jazmine and Hiro split up and went to their next classes. Up next, Jazmine had American History. Down the hall from her class, she could hear angered voices. As she got closer, she heard things like: "All pigs need to die!" "Why would they kill a defenseless guy like that?" "None of the precious white kids here care because they're so damn privileged!"

I hate politics, she thought, shaking her head.

She was almost too scared to walk inside, but she'd be late if she didn't. When she entered the room, the entire room went quiet. There were only five black students inside, waiting for class to start. They eyed her as if she were alien until she took a seat in her regular seat and got her notes out for the class. She swallowed and waited for them to start talking again, but her peers remained silent and tended to their own business.

Why are things always so awkward for me?

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