I keep beating Cait in the face until she bleeds. "Where the fuck is Brevis!"
She cough, gags, and whines. Cait scoots her body away from me not far. I slap her till her cheek is red. "I ATE HIM!"
"There is no way you just ate him that quick!."
She heaves holding her shoulders, "I brought magic."
"From who?"
"Mie!"
I look at Abel, "Do you know who Mei is?"
"Nah. I hang with nothing but wolves."
"Mei's short..." she coughs. "5'4, blonde." Cait swallows. "Help, my stomach hurts."
"And?"
"I ate Brevis, the gun…" she gestures behind me. A shotgun just on the ground. "Where did you get…"
"My father is hunter…"
"so you took yo daddy gun, ate somebody, and been wiping yo booty on people's clothes?" Abel furrows.
"I would rather die."
I blink, "Why?"
"I done too much. I would rather die. This charm… it talks to me."
"What charm? Hand it over."
"You beat me, bitch!"
Abel digs in her pockets. He brings out the charm, but it's not a coin but a necklace with a short chain. "This ain't no fucking charm, hoe." he glares at her. "What is it?"
Abel smacks her cheek, "Don't be friendly."
"What is it Abel?"
"This is a pimps chain…" he says. He holds up the necklace with a pendent of a hand. "This is fucked up…"
"It's still pretty early…" I say.
"I'm finna find coach. Where the rest of the girls at?"
"I ate them..." Cait groans. I push pass Abel and kick Cait in the neck. "Choke!"
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I sat next to Abel on the bleachers. Our coach called the police and the department came and took Cait away in a wheelchair while she was handcuffed.
Did I not beat her enough?
My spirit waves, something is nasty next to me. I look at Abel, "Show coach the pendant."
"You do it."
Nigga.
I take the chain and go to my coach, Coach Kaylock. He's a six foot African and realizing that makes me feel awkward. "Coach K."
"Not now Wallie," he views me for a second. "But I have something Cait gave us."
The officer and Coach Kaylock look at me. I give the chain away. The officer examines it. "This looks like a pimp chain."
"Where did she say she got it from?" asks Kaylock. My ears are flat against my head again. "Somebody named Mei?"
"Last name?"
I shrug,"She didn't say. She ate Bevis and shot Jeno." I squeeze my pants leg. "I'm sorry but your team member is… dead."
"Well, I'm a werewolf. I believe in souls."
"You go to church?" he asks.
"No," I shake my head. "Then you're a liar." states the officer. Well fuck me with all the disrespect. "She also said she was using magic." I relax my hands at my side.
"This was probably it…" he bounces the chain in his hand. "I'll turn this in to the department."
"Y'all ain't finna let us know?" says Coach Kaylock. "As per usual. She'll probably be executed tho. "That's a damn shame how content you are with that." he folds his arms. "Well, you can always die."
Fur starts growing over my coach's face. "Y'all went the fuck over there."
"I didn't." the officer tilts his hat and departs. "What the fuck?"
"Exactly…" Coach Kaylock growls. "Wallie go ahead to your next class. I can't do shit like this."
"Alright, be well Coach K."
"Whatever…"
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Well, today was shit.
I go to my locker and the halls start to fill up with students exiting class. I open up mine, 13-7-7-4, I think my next period is poetry. I can't believe its optional for others but a required coarse for vamps.
Sometimes I wish I was a vampire. Hell, my boyfriend is. I get my poetry book and I take out my GHETTO 101 book.
My sides are disturbed, I turn around with haste and put my back against the lockers. My tail and ears are out but disappear realizing it's just fucking Hydae.
I sigh, "Imma kick you in the nuts!" I shove him.
"Girl, calm down." he's taller than me by an inch. He wraps his arms around my head and nuzzles the top of my hair. "Get off me Hydae!"
"I love you my puppy!" he rest on my head. He moves away and I get to look at my tall light skin hero. "What class today?"
"I'm going to poetry."
"That's gay."
"Ain't you a vamp?"
"Yeah but I do home study."
"What's yo grade in class?"
"36."
"Bye." I start leaving. "Wallie!"
"You retarded."
"I heard about the gym, what happened?" he jogs to my side and puts his arm over my shoulders. "Cait ate Brevis."
"The dike?" he looks at the ceiling. "I didn't know Cait was gay?"
"Yeah… the girls was in class exposing her latest pornhub video." he kisses my ears, not my dog ears. "So, they saying she might not be a wolf."
"She has to be…" They just took her ass to jail. "Heyhey, what happens if they find out you aren't like… an obayifo, a werewolf."
"I don't understand?"
"Like, Cait was on the football team. And your telling me she's a fake. Do you think she got by, by ritual."
"That's the only way. I'm so sick of mortals and shit." he blinks she eyes rapid and let's me go. "You said she ate somebody?"
"Yeah… she shot Jeno and ate Brevis. Using a necklace, the police said it looks like a pimp chain."
"Cool."
"Pay attention!"
"Still cool," he lifts his shoulders. "So they think she's using a medallion?"
"They not telling us nothing."
"Somebody finna find out. Come on pup, let's go to school."
"We're in school."
"That other place." he smiles.
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I walk into my poetry class and I hope I get through a period of education. I missed several classes, found out a white bitch lying and me and my cousin have to kill our aunt but neither one of us cares.
Uh…
That's... fucking convenient.
"Alright, for today we're practicing our magic. Who's taking rap?" asks our teacher Ms. Gilkes.
The whole class raises their hand. "Ok, for the assignment, write a poem about something dark."
My life. "A pussy?" a boy in the middle row says. THe class chortles. "No, Dequinn." Ms. Gilkes laments. "Something appropriate."
I raise my hand, "Um, what about sexual abuse?"
"Did you go through...?"
"Yes, ma'am…"
"If so, it's fine."
"But I can't write about pussy?" objects Dequinn.
"Dequinn, get out."
"No! You said write--"
"Get out…"
Thanks for making me laugh. I get my folder and get my poetry notes.
THE DARK LYRIC
THRALLMASTER STUDIES
I: Parts of Poems
Music is the gift of life and death. A study showed that music and dementia may be the key to unlocking memories. With existence of vampire and mermaids, whom have a tune for sound we need to understand what triggers those memories as well as the power of word which is the voice of the soul.
In poetry, you need a rhyming scheme. The basic scheme is ABAB, this means if the first word end's in -ing, you follow -ing with A on the third stanza.
With the Power of Word, your Keys or Major Beat hits the hardest. Usual it comes from the repeat or chorus. We could use the basic know how of poetry but your emotional state and the power of the within matters the most.
Schemes
1. Ballade
2. Coupled
3. Monorhyme
4. Enclosed
5. 4-Line
6. Triplet
7. Terza rima
8. Limerick
9. Villanelle
Some forms of rapping have to do with the tone of voice.
Tones
1. Bass
2. Tenor
3. Mezzo-Soprano
4. Baritone
5. Soprano
6. Contralto
7. Alto
My voice is kind of high but with these pills I have some bass in me. My rap isn't steady. I don't know how to say it, clearly my family knows the difference.
Can you be addicted to steroids?
I think about how I wanna start the stanza. I wasn't moving… I couldn't.
Churn...