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Day Valentine

My first alarm sounds.

"I'm so ready for this semester to be over," I sign to my nigga Amir.

I look over at him with my red ass eyes.

"My nigga, duh," he laughs.

He holds the door to my first class for me. I see a man sitting where Mrs. Fawn usually sits.

Damn, I was looking forward to seeing her. She's a blessing. She stay feeding me. I don't do shit and she still gives me a C cause she knew my momma.

I tap Amir. He looks at me.

"The fuck?"

"I don't know," he whispers.

"Do we smell like weed?" I sign.

He smells himself and grins.

"Yes nigga," I think he says.

I read his lips.

"Yes?" I sign as I laugh.

He grabs my shoulder.

"I don't know," he jokes.

This man dumb faded.

I push his shoulder and he starts geeking.

I look down at the desks.

What the hell?

I start going off and moving my hands really fast.

"What the hell is this, bruh. I'm not about to change my seat for anybody. I've been in this fucking seat for the past two years."

I'm not stupid or nothing, but some of the same teachers teach different subjects.

"Where is Mrs. Fawn?" I keep signing, but speed up.

Amir grabs my hands.

"I can't fucking understand you," he laughs.

I rolls my eyes and pull out my phone.

"I'm Finna call Mrs. Fawn's ass," I sign.

"Put your phone away," a deep voice rumbles.

People start pouring in the room. Instead of complaining most of them find there names and sit down.

I turn around slowly and let my eyes connect with his. I look back at Amir.

"Tell that nigga, I'll kill his ass. I know this man is new if he hasn't gotten the jist on shit around here yet," I sign.

"Chill," Amir laughs and slaps my back.

My vibe is being ruined.

He looks at the man then back at me. I glance at him; he's looking at us.

Ole looking ass nigga.

I look at Amir.

"Chill out, just give it a chance bruh, be cool," he signs.

He never signs unless we need to keep something between us. 

Since when does he want peace.

I shake my head and go to the seat I always sit in.

Fuck I look like? I'm 22 not 2.

I sit down and zip my jacket up. I look at the name on my seat.

Kenny Vann.

Hate him.

Kenny walks in.

Instead of following the names he just finds an empty seat that I assume is the one I need to be in.

My alarm rings and this big ass nigga in the front closes the door in some kids faces.

"Alright, goodmorning, goodmorning," he says with a smile.

"I'm your new professor, Mr. Marcello," he greets.

I just sink down in my chair while the rest of the class gives him monotoned heys.

He smiles and looks at me.

Weird.

He starts calling roll.

Amir, Kenny, and I are all the way at the end.

"Amir Urkland."

"Here," he holds his hand up and looks over at me.

"Day Valentine?"

He lowers his clipboard and looks at me with his eyebrows furrowed.

"Your not in your seat."

I turn my hearing aid up.

This goofy acting like we in high school or sumn.

I look at Amir with a stale face. I cock my head to the side and place one hand on the table and the other on my knee.

The class starts laughing.

"This is my seat," I sign lazily.

Amir shakes his head and laughs.

I want him to translate, but I guess he doesn't want me to get in trouble.

I look at this nigga Daniel, he's a trouble maker who doesn't give a fuck. He so happens to have a deaf older brother.

"Tell him what I'm saying," I sign and point.

He turns around in his seat with a grin on his face.

"This is my seat," I sign again.

"Day said that is his seat."

Mr. Marcello looks between the both of us.

"Well I reassigned seats," he says angrily.

I shake my head.

"Who said? This isn't high school playa..."

"Who said? This isn't high school playa playa," Danny laughs out.

Mr. Marcello laughs.

"I just did. I know your high, but I'm pretty sure you aren't stupid," he says.

This nigga tryna play.

The class starts wildn.

I lean back in my chair and pinch the inner corner of my eyes. I shake my head and slap my hand on the table.

"And who the fuck are you?"

"And who the fuck are you?"

The class is going crazy.

"I'm the professor, who the fuck are you? Do you need to go to the deans office and waist all your time and money?"

The class goes silent and their eyes get big at the drop of his curse word.

Mine does too.

I hold my arms out while looking at him. I keep eye contact as I make an O with my hand. I jerk back and forth over my forehead.

"Dickhead," Danny laughs what I just signed.

The class starts laughing again.

Mr. Marcello slams his hand on Danny's desk while look at me.

"Amir," he barks.

"Give me the run down on Mr. Valentine here?" He asks while looking at me.

"Uhh," he laughs.

"Anybody else," he asks the class.

Celia raises her hand; Mr. Marcello calls on her. She flips her long blonde her.

"Day is a mime," she jokes.

I throw my hands in the air.

"Woah, woah," I sign.

The fuckery.

"Woah, woah," Danny stomps a foot with each word.

I start moving my hands faster and faster.

"Bitch don't play me like you didn't ask to breath while you was sucking my dick from the back the other day."

Danny turns to Celia.

"He said, bitch!" He starts and slaps her desk.

I nod my head.

"Don't play him like you won't struggling to breath while you was slobbing on the dick the other day!" He says dramatically like a preacher during a sermon.

"From the back?" I sign harshly.

"From the back!" Dan says out loud while signing.

"Oh nah," Mr. Marcello Bucks his eyes and looks at Celia.

My friend Jo starts screaming.

"You too!" He screams and daps me up.

She'll lick under the balls if you mean to her. She freaky.

"He's mute," Amir cuts across everyone.

Celia crosses her arms.

"So he can understand me clearly?" He goes back to Amir.

He looks at me and I nod.

"Yes, sir, but he has hearing loss. So he never really learned how to speak, you feel me," Amir says.

"He's never spoken a word in his life and I've been with that nigga since freshman year," this boy Jordan says.

And I don't even fuck with him like that.

Mr. Marcello looks at me.

"Mr. Valentine, move to your correct seat. This is very childish," he demands.

I scoot down in my seat.

"You're just going to have to send me out," I sign to Danny.

Danny says what I signed.

Mr. Marcello stands up straight.

"Oh nah, I'm not gonna send you out that would be way to easy," He starts.

"Yo just switch," Amir says.

"I'm gonna make you-"

I rip out my hearing aids and toss them on the desk. I see how mad it makes him. He glares at me while I look around at the everyone else laughing or shaking their heads.

This nigga must think I'm a bitch or something?

I can't stand some of you niggas.


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