We’re getting closer and closer to the finish line!
And while I can’t wait for you guys to read it, I also know you wouldn’t be too happy about an unedited project. lol
So for now, here’s another sample. 🙂
(sample unedited and subject to change)
I tapped my pen on the steering wheel as I tried to figure out what tempo I wanted my flow to follow. Caleb had sent the latest instrumental to my phone at the same time I was supposed to be meeting with the organization I’d be completing forty community service hours with.
All over some fuckin’ weed.
I was grateful they hadn’t locked me up for it which was quite honestly what I thought was gonna happen when they pulled me over. Either that or they were gonna take advantage of my color. But he only wrote me a citation, which sent me to court, which resulted in this bullshit ass community service.
I jotted a couple lyrics down in my phone before I hopped out and strolled into the building. There were kids everywhere, all shapes and sizes, roaming freely. And even though there were hella people in motion, everything still felt at peace, felt under control, felt…
“Tyson Lamar Dickson! If you don’t slow your behind down in these hallways!”
I peeked up just in time to see a little dude no older than eight look back to where the voice had come from, yelling in return, “Sorry, Ms. Reagan!”
I pulled the letter from my probation officer out of my pocket and sure enough, whoever Reagan was, was who I’d be reporting to.
Now it was my turn to follow where the voice had come from, turning around and walking to where I’d assumed she must’ve been. It took a few doors before I found the one with her name on.
I knocked lightly before I ducked into her office, the frame of the door being too low for me to fit standing straight up.
“Hey, how you doin’? I’m Gavin.” Her eyes remained on her computer screen, her glasses sitting right on the edge of her nose as she continued to type.
The silence was too thick for me to be cool with so I added, “I’m supposed to be meeting with you. 10 o’clock.”
She sighed, pulling her glasses from her face but still not looking at me as she replied, “And it’s 10:07. Which means your late. Which means I should report your ass already.”
Damn, she’s cold as hell.
I held my hands up, already desperate to defend myself. A call to my P.O on the first day was the worst look possible.
“Chill, Miss. It’s only a few minutes. You ain’t gotta do all that.”
She stood up, finally giving me her eyes as her lips parted to say something, but nothing came out. It was as if the whole room stilled as her eyes went wide with shock, then squinted with confusion. And I did the same, squinting back at her though I couldn’t exactly figure out where I recognized her from. But considering how good she looked, I really didn’t care where I knew her from.
I wanted to get to know her.