I wake up with a massive headache,
I knew partying on a sunday night wasn't the best idea, because obviously I had school tomorrow did I still do it, yes.
Opening my eyes slightly, I roll over, ball up my fist and smash izt onto the alarm with practiced ease, yanked the blanket of my bare body and sit up.
Right in front of my bed is a mirror and as I open my eyes fully, a slightly dishaveled youth, maybe around 17 years old meets my gaze. Only dressed in boxers, brown skin, a bit lighter than milk chocolate, somewhat broad shoulders, but only wide enough that it's barely noticeable after putting on a sweater. The brown eyes I'm staring into are framed by heavy dark circles and a singular twostrand loc hangs right in front of the left eye. The person in the mirror is obsiously the one and only Younes, the best representation of the "chill guy", iykyk.
Sighing I stand up and make my way to the kitchen area, still only clothed in my underwear, which is only possible because my father is on a business trip and I got the crib to myself for a whole two weeks.
I open the fridge and take some minced meat out and start making a burger, while I'm at it I roll up a sticky with only like 0,8 hash, since I'm gonna smoke another one on the way to school eitherway, light that shit up and eat my burger.
After my glorious meal I throw on some black balloon pants, a random graphic tee, a grey teddy zipper with black highlights, a nice belt, some ricks and some fake chromeharts rings, a chain and grey skullcandy crusher as accessoires and the most important thing, a black eastpack bag, containing like three schoolbooks, a school ipad, a pencil, around an ounce or 28g, my rolling supplies and a scale. "I love having my home to myself, be living like a king". After that thought I voiced out to the empty home, I made my way to school.
Arriving at the front of the school, the gates were already closed.
"I'm like a fucking minute late why tf did they lock the gates already, usually they do that after like 5 minutes"
standing infront of the gate I ponder what to do, after like a minute of thinking I'm about to just climb the gates, till I catch a whiff of something in the air and turn around.
And low and behold, who do I see there, my homeboy with a jonni in his mouth, walking right to the schoolgates, like he doesn't give a fuck.
"Ey Finn, you also late? Don't you live like 5 metres from the school, how'd you manage"
'Didn't think they'd fucking lock the gates already, honestly I always plan in like extra three minutes after the start of first period, coming late smelling like weed, can't imagine anything else that generates more aura'
After that sentence I just stare at my homeboy in silence, taking in the sight of that lanky guy, standing at 6'7, towering over me by 5 inches, looking at me with a goofy grin, red eyes like a traffic light and blonde hair that tries its best to be even a bit fluffy.
How did my best friend since kindergarten grow up to be such a goof, still love that fucktard like a brother though, I just wish he'd lay off the brainrot a bit.
'anyways, we gon jump the fence gang? Or are we gonna just go to your crib and take a tactical schoolbreak?'
"You know I can't miss school rightnow, they gon call pops cause they know he's on a business trip, or worse they'll call my psychotic ah mother"
'Ey Yussef is chill af, he's not gonna care and they not gon call your mom'
"You know, just cause my dad thinks you're an angel and treats you way better then me doesn't mean he's not gon care if I miss school and yeah they probably won't call my mom, but I don't even wanna make it a possibility, even if it's unlikely. We just gon hop the fence slime aight?"
After that little discussion, Finn throws his little roach away and pulls a penjamin out of his pocket, hit a blinker and approaches the fence with me and starts climbing it.
I just look at him climbing up and once he's on the other side I grab the top of the fence and swing both my legs over it, because it is only like a metre high, look at him and just say "look, it's that easy whatchu even climbing for cuh, you like 6'7, coulda just jumped over it"
An annoyed stare later, we make our way to first period, math taught by gabelin, which is already halfway finished.
Barging into the classroom we muter a fast "we're sorry for beeing late" and make our way to the last row, greeted by the grinning faces of our other homeboys, on the way to our standard seats we exchange some handshakes varying in complexity based on how good we know them.
Plopping down into our seats, we open up brawlstars on the school ipads, which one of our friends cracked, our other friends already online, we invite the only other decent brawlstars player in our classroom and hop into a round brawlball.