Next Year is Almost Over

100% fiction!

It was Friday. A regular one at that. I got up at my usual 6:15am and got ready for my favourite day of the week. I went into the bathroom waged my face, brushed my teeth and out In my daily hair products to keep my waves on swim. Oh I should introduce myself. My name is DiAngelo or baby boy as everyone else calls me.

I'm 5"9 and no I'm not gonna tell you my dick size cuz I find that kinda cliche and I hate cliches. I am an upper middle class black-- actually scratch that. I am what me and my friends like to call a "hybrid" because I am two African descendent races mixed. I'm half African American(father) and half Jamaican(mother). I was born in Jamaica but I live in minneapolis Minnesota(yes there are black people in Minnesota. A lot actually.

We even have our own ghetto[SHOCKER]lol). I don't eat any type of food until 12:00pm because of my made up personal religious purposes lol. Is that it? Yeah I think so. Wait I also have juvenile depression. Yupp that's about it. Anyway back to the story. I Put on my catholic school uniform(even though I am baptist) and headed out the door to the public bus stop.

t was now 7:12 and the metro transit bus pulls up to the stop. I get on and put my card on the machine. It makes that annoying BEEP sound and I take my seat. I put my headphones into my iPhone 3G (still waitin for the iPhone 5 to come out to buy my next one) and turn on my "Bus" playlist. Yeah I have a bus ride playlist. In a matter of minutes(literally) I'm at my connecting stop. I get off and run across the busy street (it's just cultural I guess). The next bus is almost sitting there waiting for me. I get on and take my seat next to some random White/asian kid with skinny jeans. That bus is always packed.

15 minutes later I'm at school. I turn of my iPod and all other parts of my phone that might make noise. Text my mom I'm here and head in for torture. I might want to explain that the reason I write like I'm from Britain is because that's the same way jamaicans write(british influence as I like to call it) and I also have family in england. It actually annoys the he'll out of my friends that I write that way.

I greet my homies when I hit the lockers. It's all just a fraud the way I smile at everyone. Being the 4th most popular kid in school is not easy. Especially when you're a closeted Bisexual who like guys 13% more than he likes girls. I was walking down the hallway when Miguel entered the building. He 5'8 caramel skin tone, black hair, has the FOOOIIINEST light brown eyes, he's a little chubby but extremely buff(trust me I've tried to push him and it hurt.

 And I have muscles and a six pack! Plus he has a grip like a mofo which is one of his qualities that really turn me on.), and he speaks Spanish...

Please rate and tell me if I'm doing ok for my first time (hehehe) I'm thinking of getting really deep into this story.