There are few kids that I realllly can't stand. Jaquais is one of them. This kid is just a jerk. Every time I tell him to do something or ask him to help with something:
"I ain't ABOUT to walk in a line." "I ain't 'BOUT to pick up that tray." "You don't make the rules and you ain't ABOUT to tell me what IMMA do."
Really? You're thirteen years old and you're going to talk to me like you're grown? How about you learn how to sit in a chair for fifteen minutes without drumming a "phat beat" on the desk, throwing a paper ball at someone, or farting and then maybe, MAYBE I will talk to you like you're an adult.
Anyways, I catch Jaquais in the hall when he's supposed to be in the lunchroom. He claims he's going to wash his hands (but is headed the opposite direction). I tell him to go immediately back into the cafeteria ("I'm not ABOUT to let someone tell me I can't wash my HANDS!"). Once we get there, he sits down (still mumbling under his breath) next to Tariq.
"Tariq," I ask. "Why is Jaquais so angry all of the time? Why does he have so much hate inside of him? Did his momma not give him enough attention when he was little?"
"Naww. His momma ain't give him enough milk."
"Tariq's still on his momma's milk," Jaquais retorts.
Tariq doesn't skip a beat. "I'm on YOUR momma's milk!!"
At this point, I have to turn on my heel and walk away so they don't see me convulsing with laughter. Ohh my life.
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