My Name is

10/23/1988

Whenever I see you my heart starts to bump

When I’m without you my heart aches for you

You pull up in my thoughts

In my dreams

And in school, where I seek you out for wherever you may be

Does that make me creep

Or is this gods sign that we’re meant to be

Somewhere in your eyes I see we’re meant to be

If you look me in the eyes I might just evaporate and be nowhere to be seen

In my thoughts of you Sometimes I’ll say I love you

Does that make me creep

“Hey what the heck are you doing, are you listening to me right now boy.”

“ oh, sorry teach, I was spacing out for a little bit.”

“ Better keep your head up if you don’t wanna flunk this class.”

“ yessir”.

“Good, next time your slacking, I won’t be so light. Do you understand me son.”

“ I understand.”

Soon the bell rings, the students start packing up their things, and our teacher dismisses us.

“Man, that guy was dogging on you for no reason man.”

“ Nah it’s ight, ain’t like I was doing anything to help myself out.” This dummy who’s talking to me is Damian, I don’t know how we started talking but we’ve been chilling together ever since the start of the year.

“Hey what class you got right now.”

“Italian.” At that point we started to walk out to the hallway.

“ Ohhh, I got economics, it’s about be so boring, I might get some sleep while I’m there. Lemme know if there’s any homework in Italian.”

“ Ight, see you.” He does the peace sign with his hands and than he walks off.

As soon as enter the hallway I always start to look left towards 241, the second Italian room. One time I saw her walk out of there after I was done with home room, and now for some reason I can’t help but want to catch a glance of you, and this time luckily I did, with your silky black hair, your beautiful eyes, and that fat… After about a second I look away and start heading to my class, my Italian room is down the hall a little towards the stairs.

After one more peek as she walks to the stairwell I walk into class. Guess getting to class on time does have some rewards

“Hehe.” I sort of chuckle to myself thinking about that as I walk into Italian class. “ Good morning Ms.Massey .”

“ Good morning to you too, Mister.”

I liked the class, not cause I liked Italian. To be honest I don’t think I’ll use Italian for the rest of my life other than school. The only Italian person I’ve seen in New York was Ms.Massey, and I’ll probably never make it to Italy with my grades. I would just say Ms.Massey was a real cool teacher, Ms. Massey was the type of teacher to say that “yeah you’ll probably never use this language out of this classroom, but if you fancy an Italian boy or girl at least you’ll know how to say hi and bye in Italian to impress them a little, am I right kidsss. We all know how to say hi and bye in Italian.”

“Yes ma’am” The class saids.

“ Alright on 3 hello, make me proud, 3,2,1.”

“Hola”

      “Ciao”

           “Ni hao”

I’m pretty sure most of the class said ciao, for me well let’s just say I wasn’t the one who said ni hao. That all happened just about last week. In Italian class we sat in long rows of ones, my seat was quite nice, a front row seat right near the back of the class.

“Okay kids, today we’ll learn about Halloween because Halloween is coming soon. So go ahead and talk to a friend nearby about what you think Halloween is like in Italy.”

After that I don’t remember what else was going on in the lesson. Today I was extra dazed, I blanked out just thinking about her. Her beautiful eyes with her long lashes, and her big dark pupils. I wanted to go up to you and make you smile, make you laugh, and tell you something.

“Hey wake up dumbass. she’s calling you.”

“Huh”. Damn Mr. Hanson, and now this. Guess I got no one else to blame but me for this.

“ Sleepyhead, you wanna enlighten us on what you discussed with your peers.”

“ I think, like they said how it was just like in America, with the candy and the costumes and stuff. “

“ Ohh, is that so, and from whom did you hear that from.”

“Uhh.” I look behind me at the dumbass who called me dumbass. She’s mouthing the words do not and shaking her head. “Uhh Shaylee.”

“Ohh Shaylee, good I was just checking in.” Than she gave me a scary ass bright smile, and then proceeded with the lesson. Ms. Massey was pretty much always pretty chill, but she was pretty brutal when it came to stuff like this, well at least she never took it too personally, well time to get back to dreamville. And just like that the period was about to end, I at least tried to make an effort to try and listen a little. We watched a video, and stuff and stuff, and then they did some other stuff.

Then the bell rang, it’s lunch now. Everyone packs up to the packed cafeteria with booty food, but free so not too shabby. Before I leave Shaylee talks to me

“Ai I saved your butt, you better buy me coke next time.”

“Yeah, yeah I got you when I get some extra cash.”

“You always say the same thing.”

“Well does it look like I carry extra cash in my pockets.” I said it a little salty cause I am broke broke.

“True, True. Ight when you have some extra cash right.”

“Yeah.”

“Ight I’ll see that coke then, see ya.”

“See ya.”

As I start to walk out of the class I get stopped by Ms. Massey.

“Hey you wait up.”

“Yes miss.”

“You know better than to daydream in my class, did something happen.”

“Nah, nothing particular.”

“Alright good, you gonna do some chores for me now. Don’t let me catch you daydreaming again, especially in your favorite class.”

“Hehe,yeah, I got it.”

“Take these copies to these classrooms, I marked them on the post it alright. Make sure to knock, and be polite alright, and next time you lie to me think a little more before, got it.”

“I got it.” Man I got chills down my spine.

“Good, thank you. Tomorrow you better be on your A game.”

“Yes ma’am.” Then she waved me off with a bright smile.

I first got up to the 4th floor to 422, to the lab.

“Knock, Knock.” After a minute the door open

“Can I help you?” It’s Mr.Radiah, I’ve had his class before, but I mostly played games on my phone in his class, so we ain’t really get along that well.

“I got these copies for you from Ms.Massey.”

“Oh thank you, let Ms.Massey know too.”

“Got it.”

“Have a good day.”

“You too sir.”

Then 331 to some random room, looks like social studies.

“Knock knock.” A teacher I haven’t really talked, to or had pops out

“Hi, can I help you.”

“I got these copies from Ms.massey for you.”

“Ooh, thanks a lot.”

After that I left for the last room for 333. The door was already open when I got there. I put a foot through the doorway, and Knock the door

“Knock, knock.”

“Hi.” Then she came out from the back of the class, the silky hair, big eyes, and fat gluteus maximus. She came to me, and my heart started pounding, my pupils started moving all around the room except on her, and my foot started spazzing out shaking and stuff.

Then her smooth silk voice talked to me “Oh it’s you from the bus. Sorry I kinda forgot your name.”

“Nah it’s alright.”

“What was it again.”

At this rate I was done, felt like my blood was gonna boil from how much I liked this lady. She was a bit shorter me, and I moved my eyes to look down into her eyes, I said

” It’s, uhh, Tupac.”

“Ohh Tupac, that’s a nice name.” Ohhh my gosh I want her to be mines

“Yeah thank you. I got these copies for you, by the way your name was Natalie right.”

“Yeah. Mr. Lauren was just about to come back, I’ll give it to him than.”

“Okay gotcha, see ya.”

“See ya Tupac”

DAAmn I really better give it my all in Italian tomorrow, and thank Ms.Massey. Then just like that my side mission was over, and I went to lunch to eat some beans, and rice with some tortillas, and for just today it kinda slapped.