Red-Eye diary, September 1st, 1989.
My summer vacation is over. Back to doing boring ass work in school. Last year almost bored the crap out of me. I was lucky enough to have a few friends to keep me occupied. As usual, summer vacation is the best part of my life. You see, I'm no schoolgirl. I'm a gangster. One of the few who is female. As always, there is conflict in the ghetto. Turf wars, gang rivalry, home invasions. Take your pick. But unlike typical gangs, mine does not seek trouble. Trouble always find us. We're simply trying to protect our neighborhood. Honestly, I'll take getting shot at any day rather than sitting on the same desk for about an hour. But I have to admit, the art class is the only one I find entertaining. You see, I'm a very creative girl. I like to paint on my clothes. Let's face it, even I love living in style. The skinny nerd sitting next to me is my brother. Danny Hopper is his name. Ok, clearly my last name is hopper as well, but that doesn't mean I have to give you my first name. I was looking at Danny, who painting a blurry picture.
Me: Dude, no offense, but you are the worst art student I've ever known.
Danny: And you're the worst school student I've ever known.
Me: Hey. I'll have you know I pass all my classes every year.
Danny: Barely with a D- average.
Me: Oh, yeah? Well, what about the gym?
Danny: Oh, please. You can get a B just for participating.
Me: If I kick your ass, will that count as participation?
Ms. Scott: Samantha Hopper! What have I told you about swearing in my class?
Me: Won't happen again, Scott.
Ms. Scott: That's Ms. Scott to you! You may be the brightest in my class, but that doesn't give you the right to be disrespectful!
Me: Ms. Scott, like I said, it won't happen again.
Ms. Scott: For your sake, young lady, I hope not!
Even though I'm the best in her class, that woman can be a total bitch.
Danny: Wow. Even in your brightest class, your teacher hates you.
Me: Shut up.
Like I said, the fun shit is always outside of school. The local gang leader, Monica Stewart, was a very close friend of mine. We went through a lot together. As bored as I am in school, I was always considered the lucky one. Even though I felt like it was the other way around, the man takes pity on those who live in the hood. In my absence, Monica was fighting a turf war. Along side her was Pooki. Probably a bad idea because he's the worst member in the gang. They were both taking cover on the left side of the car. The rival shooting at them was Thug Madness, leader of the Black Balls Gang. The two ghetto bitches shooting beside him was Sweet Thang and The Puss. They just kept shooting and shooting and shooting until they ran out of bullets.
Madness: Damn. You hoes out too?!
Monica took out her pistol.
Monica: Pooki, let met do the shooting.
Pooki: Alright, cool.
Monica jumped over the car and aimed at the Thug. She shot him in the head, and then shot his two bitches. Pooki stood with overexcitement.
Pooki: Alright, homie! The hood is ours!
Monica: Stick it, Pooki! This is only the beginning.
It was lunch time. I was eating with my friends, Keke, Imani, and Dave. The other boy sitting next to me was my boyfriend, Luke. I spent most of my lunch time kissing him instead of finishing my meal.
Imani: Oh, do get a room.
Me: Imani, if you had a boyfriend, this would be you smooching around.
Imani: Hey! We all know Jason was such a dick.
Keke: Last time I checked, it was you being a total bitch.
Imani: Screw you.
Looking out the window, I noticed Monica standing outside of school grounds.
