Hidden Surprise

Dayvon's POV

    “Good morning class.” My English teacher, Ms. Johnson began. “So, today we will have a new student joining us. Her name is Megan Pete. I want you guys to make hker feel welcomed here ok? Megan, why don’t you go sit next to Dayvon.” Ms. Johnson said, pointing to me. 

    Can’t even lie, the new girl Megan was fine. She was thick with some big titties. Just how I like em. 

    “So, today, I want the class to write a paragraph of everthing we’ve went over on Modern Day Slavery.”

    “How long does this paragraph have to be?” asked this dumb ass nigga named Cameron. 

    “Your paragraphs must be at least 5 sentences or more.” Ms. Johnson said. “Ok, silent, get started, you have 10 minutes to begin.”

    I pulled out a sheet of paper and a pencil. I could see Megan from the corner of my eye digging in her bag before she tapped me and asked, “Do you have a pencil I can borrow?” 

    I went back in my bag and pulled out a pencil and passed it to Megan. 

    After our 10 minutes were up, we were asked to get up and share what we wrote to the class. 

    “Megan, did you learn any of this at your old school?” Ms. Johnson asked. 

    “Just a little.” Megan answered. 

    “Would you like to share with the class what you know?” Ms. Johnson asked. 

    “Well,” Megan began. “I know that in the foreign countries, overseas, they have these illegal sweatshops, where they make little children work. All over the world, women and children are being sold for sex.”  

    She was a pretty smart girl, I must say.

    “Thank you Megan.” Ms. Johnson said. 

    It wasn’t long before the bell rung for our next class. Ugh, I had Geometry, which was Mrs. Baker. I swear that bitch can’t stand me. I got an F in her class.