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suggestion. If we keep the club up, we all might actually learn something.

      “Okay, KJ, but can we hear suggestions without the profanity, please? There’s a time and place for everything,” Ms. Toni says, adding the mother balance we need to do this thing right. “We’ll need to suggest officer appointments before taking our club request to the principal,” she says, taking a seat at an empty desk next to Mr. A’s.

      “I think Jayd should be president, since it was her idea,” Mickey says as she enters the meeting. My girl’s right on time, and she’s got my back without even knowing the full discussion. I wasn’t going to say it, but that shit should be automatic. Nellie and Chance nod in agreement with Mickey and Nigel. Alia and Emilio also follow suit. Besides, I think I’d make a great president, but everyone doesn’t seem to agree. I can already see opposition in my haters’ faces.

      “Uhm, no, I don’t think so,” Misty says, leading the hater coup. “This is a democratic society last time I checked, and we should vote about it like any other club.” KJ strokes Misty’s hand as she looks victoriously at our advisers. What kind of magic is she working on my former boyfriend?

      “Can you even spell democratic?” Chance asks, making everyone laugh, except for Misty. Even KJ’s whipped ass got a kick out of that one, but he quickly straightens up with a single disapproving look from Misty. Then she returns her attention to Chance.

      “Can you spell black? Because if you could, you wouldn’t be here right now.” Everyone falls silent at the obvious truth: Chance and Alia are the only two white people present. Should I tell him that according to one of my dreams, he has just as much right to be here as anyone else? Maybe he already knows but is hiding it for some reason.

      “This group is for anyone who wants to learn about black culture, not just students of African descent,” Ms. Toni says. She’s all about racial tolerance and preaches it every chance she gets.

      “African descent? Who said anything about Africans?” Mickey asks. Like Nellie, she’s clueless when it comes to our history and chooses to stay that way. For people like them, ignorance is bliss. I, on the other hand, have never had a choice about my knowledge. My ancestors made sure of that.

      “We are from Africa, whether we claim it or not. Let’s all agree on that fact right now, so that we never have to have this discussion again.” With that one statement, Mr. Adewale sets the tone for the rest of the meeting.

      “Now, back to business. We want to study black books, culture, and what else?” Ms. Toni asks, eyeing Mr. A’s notes.

      “The way we talk,” Del adds. “And why ain’t nobody as fresh as we is as Bow Wow would say.” His crew laughs, more out of obligation than sincerity. It really wasn’t that funny, and that song is so yesterday’s news.

      “And only Bow Wow can pull that line off and sound sexy,” Mickey says. She loves her some Bow Wow. “You just sound ignorant when you say it,” she adds, voicing my sentiments exactly.

      “You’re such a hater, Mickey,” Misty says. Why is she talking when we both know she can’t ever talk about anyone hating. It’s her chosen career to be a professional hater. Hell, if hating was a sport, she’d be on the all-star team.

      “Okay, back to the point,” Ms. Toni says, her patience wearing thin. “Are there any other goals of the club we need to outline in our bylaws?”

      “Man, why does it have to be so official? We’re black. Can’t we just have a chill club without all the rules and whatnot?” Money says. And by the grunts and nods in the room, I’d say he’s voicing most of the other students’ sentiments, but not mine.

      “The reason it needs to be all official and whatnot is because we are black and our voices will never be heard if we don’t go through the proper channels first,” Mr. A says, looking at Ms. Toni, who vigorously nods in approval. As much as she’s had to fight with these white folks up here over one thing or another, I know she’s feeling the importance of this club.

      “Exactly,” Ms. Toni says. “And we want to be able to participate as a group in the next Cultural Awareness Festival since it’s already the end of Black History Month. And in order to do that, we have to be on paper.”

      “Yeah, I agree,” Emilio states. I don’t know if he said that because he really feels that way or if it’s because he’s feeling me and wants me to be impressed with his little sophomore self. Either way it’s working, because I’m feeling him more and more every day I see him.

      “Nobody asked you. And what are you even doing here? You and the white boy,” KJ says. And just like that, my pride in him has shifted to pure disdain.

      “Okay, there’s the bell for fifth period,” Mr. Adewale says, rising from his desk. “We’ll reconvene next week. Same time, same place.” The other students say their good-byes and prepare for the last two periods of the day. Mickey, Nigel, and I step aside to quickly catch up, while Mr. A and Ms. Toni step outside to have a word before the next class arrives.

      “So, what’s the good word?” I ask my girl. Nigel steps behind his girlfriend and puts his arms around Mickey’s growing waistline, holding her close for support. She doesn’t seem too upset, so it can’t be all that bad.

      “Them fools said that I’m on academic probation or some shit, for the rest of the semester, saying my already marginal grades have fallen in the last few months.” Mickey and Nigel rub her belly, loving their unborn child, and I’m glad for it because little Miss Thang can hear and feel everything in there. Those are part of the perks of being a caul baby like myself.

      “I’m sorry, Mickey,” I say, hugging her tightly and causing her to back up. I forget she’s not one for affection unless it’s coming from her man.

      “Okay, shawty. It ain’t that serious,” she says, patting me on the shoulder like I’m a mere acquaintance and not one of her best friends.

      “The hell it ain’t,” Nigel says, backing up from Mickey and looking at her over her shoulder. “If they kicked you out and made you go to the continuation school I would go crazy up in this place.”

      “Yeah, and the administration would love it if their star quarterback did some stupid shit like that,” I say, laughing at my boy. But I know he’s not joking.

      “Well, I still have to bring my grades up by the end of the semester and keep a good attendance record if I want to stay at South Bay High School,” she says, throwing her hands up and mocking a cheerleader.

      “Then that’s just what we’re going to do, baby. From now on, you and I are study buddies.” I don’t know about that one. Nigel’s serious about his education, but Mickey thinks of school as more of an annoyance than something she should take seriously.

      “That sounds like a great idea,” Mr. A says, interrupting our conversation. “But you’re all going to be late if you don’t sprint to class right now,” he says, pointing at the wall clock. Ms. Toni walks in after him with a smile on her face.

      “Ah, man, I can’t get another tardy in math or my teacher’s going to put me in detention,” Nigel says, letting go of Mickey to grab his backpack and run for the door. As usual, Mickey couldn’t care less about the time, and I’m not too worried because I’m heading to drama class. As long as I’m there within five minutes of the late bell, Mrs. Sinclair won’t mark me tardy.

      “Here’s a hall pass just in case. But don’t make it a habit,” Mr. A says, passing us each a yellow slip with his signature on it. What a cool-ass teacher. Now I can take my time and go to the bathroom while I’m at it.

      “Thanks, man. And for real, thank you for being our adviser,” Nigel says, shaking Mr. Adewale’s hand before he and Mickey exit ahead of me.

      “Bye, y’all,” I say to my friends. “And thanks again for the meeting,” I say to Mr. Adewale and Ms. Toni, who look like they still have business to handle.

      “You’re welcome,

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