Kendall
Has life ever felt pointless to you? Have you ever wanted to dive head first in a pool filled with poisonous snakes?
Well I know I have. My name is Kendall Tompson. I consider smoking pot a priority. And no, not just because I live in Cali. I love interesting shit too. Like people's features, intricate conversations and other's outfit choices.
I'm not very religious, I'm more of a spiritual person. I've been labeled as a hippie, based on my appearance and lack of actually giving a fuck about other's opinions.
But deep down, i'm just like you. Nothing more than a human being trying to get through the daily obstacles of life.
Now listen... I'm very awkward when it comes to meeting new people, but I usually click very fast with what kind individual they are based on their vibes.
My best friend, Jessica Collins is just as laid back and divided from society as I am. But I go to Markus Prep High. So it's easy to feel divided from society.
My school is this wonderful place
I honestly don't think any school is completely together and united as one.
Everyone (and I do mean everyone) are all about themselves and just all together fucking obnoxious. But we are considered the "most effective school" quoted from the town newspaper.
Which is quite bizarre, seeming that kids are lighting up blunts in the bathroom. And girls are getting fucked in the library.
It's honestly fucking disgusting here, but I'm sure we're effective from girls getting AIDS or having babies.
Other than all that cliche bullshit.. my life is still pretty shitty.
My mom is this nudest who smokes to much pot to even actually exist and my dad is a in-and-out of my life, deadbeat.
I ride a Harley to school, while my mom is a stay at home drug attic. The only reason I go to this school is because of my "talent".
Now. I could hardly consider singing a talent..it's more of a hobby. It calms me. Writing music and singing from my heart instead of my head. And writing from my soul.
Today is supposed to be recruiting day. It's when our school selects twenty freshmans for next year. I was supposed to meet Jess by her locker, but as I was walking I realized she wasn't there yet.
I sent her a text like fifteen minutes ago, she still hasn't replied. She's probably with Leslie, her bitch of a girlfriend.
Yeah.. Leslie and I fucking hate each other. She tried to fuck me and I turned her drunk ass down. Since then I've kept my distance.
I think love is fucking stupid.
I don't think I've ever really felt it but I don't want to. I see everyday what it did to my mom.
I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. It's Jess.
Jess: wya??
The real question is where she was...
Reply: No where you at bih, I'm waiting on you at your locker. Where we did we'd meet.
She always does this bullshit. Forgets where were supposed to meet up.
Jess: oh i'm almost there.. had to give Les some of her own medicine.
Well she cheats with her side hoe Becca all the time. Becca is actually pretty cool and has no clue that Leslie even exists.
Jess and Leslie don't even kiss or do any of that PBA in school. Because they both have hoes.
Jess: turn around sexy hoe.
I turn around to see Jess in her baggy plaid shirt, a bulky chain hanging from her famous mom jeans and her busty checkered slip-on vans.
She wraps her arm around me and ruffles my thick curls.
"What up girl! Damn you fine, if we weren't bestfriends I'd definitely smash."
She's always had an obsession with me. Or maybe more of a fascination with my caramel skin and curly hair. If I were gay and got drunk enough I would accidentally fuck her.
She's gorgeous.. she's more of a dike though. Freckles fill her face and dimples indent her in her rosey cheeks. And her apparel always consists of something baggy.
"Come on green bean, we gonna be late." She says as she starts walking and pulling me along.
We walk into the cafeteria to meet see all the booths set up and balloons that the student council put up.
God, this school is so damn boujee. And being one of the two other black kids it's a little awkward standing out. But I've accepted it.
"Hey Kendall!" I hear and am instantly slammed into the chest of my friend Morgan.
As she lets me go, I see that she isn't alone. She with her boyfriend who never said anything. All I know is that his name is Greg. And this guy I've never seen before.
Tall, well-fit, brown hair, bright blue eyes, chiseled jaw, and a smile that is killer.
Fucking beautiful creation.
He's looking off into the distance, searching the room frantically with his eyes. Then he looked at me. Stern glare, and an intimidating but charming smile.
"This is the new boy Dilan Heights" Morgan says pretty preppy with a goofy grin. "He just transferred from West Berry High..." She continues but I don't listen while he locks his eyes on me.
Slowly drifting his eyes down my body. Taking me in. Examining me. He notices me staring back, and he smirks. He fucking smirks, fuck.
