youll find out once you read it bruh

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm is really loud as hell and it irritates me awake every morning. But damn, I really woke up sweaty as hell I’m lowkey mad but its whatever. As I put on my signature outfit, y'know jeans, jordans and a hoodie I was honestly not looking forward to today but as my favorite song by Lil Uzi vert goes, “ I know it hurts sometimes but you’ll get over it.” I lived by those words. But anyways as i walked my moody ass to the bathroom i peeped on my mom’s tv that another black teenager has been killed by the police. That s*** really bugged me but I could never find myself in that situation, but my mom could. And my mom was right about a lot of things but this, this no, she couldn’t  be right, like me, Princeton Smith, being killed by 12 HA! I wish they would try. While i was brushing my teeth the only light in the bathroom went out and had me feeling like i was on the darkside with Darth vader and the rest. Then f***. It happened. A single eyelash fell into my eye. It took like ten minutes to get that p.o.s. out of my eye. I really needed a good laugh or something because i really was in a bad ass mood, like when a girl isn’t getting attention from her boyfriend. Anyways the commute to school didn't help my mood at all. 15 minutes of bumper to bumper traffic all because people were driving extra slow to look at a scene of a car accident. Man, why can't people mind their own damn business. Finally i made it to school, I normally don't say that but man I really hope someone makes me laugh. I need it. Im sitting in first period about to spaz because some sick dude is over here coughing and s*** like bruh, i understand education is important and all but you shoulda stayed yo ass at home. Second period wasn't any better because for some weird obscured reason the teacher decided to lecture us about some irrelevant topic. I had to doze off but while i was sleeping i had this dream that i was running from the police and as soon as i got caught in this alleyway BOOM! I jolted awake, turning some heads, what the f*** was that noise. It was Joseph’s clumsy ass, he dropped his textbook. But i'm glad he did because as soon as i finished my after nap stretches the bell rang. Yesss, it was lunch meaning i could ditch real quick and slide to the gas station and cop my favorite soda, pineapple Fanta. The thought of it made me excited. A few quick moves and im on my way to the gas station. It was hot, and i was wearing a black hoodie and black pants. F*** me. Anyways here i am looking up and down the refrigerated shelves of the liquor store. Orange fanta. Strawberry. Mango. Berry. Where the hell is the Pineapple. Man im really upset now, i was really looking forward to that. But f*** it, i'll get over it. So i grab a cherry sprite and some flamin hot funyuns and i go to the register and pay. Now i can get back to school. As i'm walking back nonchalantly i notice a cop car pulling out of a neighborhood. Ima pay no mind to it. For some reason i couldn't ignore him, it felt as if he was watching me. He drove up the street in my direction. His lights start flashing. Siren blazing. My body stiffens. I'm thinking he got a call for something mighty important. I can hear the sirens getting louder and louder. He passes me. I loosen up. He skids to a stop. Two police officers emerge from the vehicle. Yelling. Guns drawn. I drop my food in shock. I try and talk but i can't. My heart was beating as if it was trying to escape. They tackle me. I hit the ground so hard i swore i dented the concrete. All I heard was “STOP RESISTING! DROP THE WEAPON! DROP THE F***ING WEAPON RIGHT NOW! DON'T MAKE ME-” POW, POW, POW. I couldn't believe it, but the unbearable pain in my back forced me to believe it. They shot me. I'm gonna be that one black guy on the news. I'm gonna be a hashtag. As blood rushed up and out of my mouth, i tired to say everything i could but all i could utter out was. Life goes on.