He carried the heavy books to the next class room, under his neatly ironed blouse his armpits began to transpirate. Markus wuzn't weak niggaz, au contraire, he was quite sporty and ever so energetic enough to fulfill his never ending tasks, but it happened that Jessica wore her red thong today. Oh boy, never had Markus been more thankfull for her slender, long fingers to clumsily throw the pen on the ground. As she bent over in her white yoga pants, his jeans got tighter and the empty space in his head wider.
His big black teacher still asked him to bring the documents for him into the next class, being the good boy he is Markus felt obliged to serve. Now our homeboy was trying to hide his bulge while straining his lower back with copies of Mark Twain's Berry and biographies of John F. Kennedy. Here came the old, cis white men opressing the lower classes.
Oh shit waddup, there was a thundering explosion! Next thing you know, Mr. Brooks got low, a dull sound and suddenly a banging slam as Markus was pushed to the side and lost beneath stories of a long river written down on dry paper.
"Get him, get that boi", shouted Mr. Carter in his low bass chocolate voice.
Receiving the black vibes Markizzle sprinted after that freakish figure like Usain Bolt, it helped that the long brown coat of the intruder smelled like KFC.
Each time the fluttering coat got closer, quickly it ran out of reach. All moves of the supposed prey were smooth, too planned, as if he were mocking hunter. Left, right, up, down, turning, twisting, throwing more people on the ground the unknown guy lead the 2 guys out of the building, even out the school space until they reached a little blue house.
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Guide Rules - Part 1
AdventureMarkus is like a service dog, a good boy and well trained, the type of guy to bring flowers on mother's day for his girlfriend's mom. All chillin' and playing safe until an ugly mthrfckr called Ron, I mean Jhonny, turns up in his life and also turn...
