Mystery Boys

Maron and D'Angelo did not take Mr. Edger's lesson too seriously. They persisted on messing with Mark every day. The next day Mark showed up to class wearing all black and his hair spiked and had on dark eyelashes. He dyed his hair black and Maron and D'Angelo constantly teased him about his gothic clothes. Mr. Edger hadn't arrived yet; he was running late.

           Mark were walking towards his desk.

           "Awe Hell naw. Don't this nigga look like the civilian dark vador?" D'Angelo asked loudly to the class.

            "Yeah he do," Maron said.   

            "Hey, Mark? Why are you wearing those ghostly looking a** black clothes? Are you trying to scare us?" D'Angelo asked.

           "Man I really hate seeing white people dressing in all black, it makes me think they really hate the color black, and hate us black people too," D'Angelo said.

            "Are you into some kind of gothic group initiation?" Maron said.

           "LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE," Mark said very loud as he got up and confronted them walking towards their desk. 

      "I AM SICK AND TIRED OF YOU TWO MORONS HUMILIATING ME EVERYDAY, AND WHO ARE YOU ARE CALLING A  WHITE BOY?" Mark asked. 

      "And what yo white a** go do about it?" D'Angelo said, getting very close to Mark.

      "IF YOU DON'T STOP, SOMETHING BAD MIGHT COME YOUR WAY," Mark said warningly to D'Angelo.

       "What the hell does that suppose to mean nigga? Is that some kind of threat you are trying to make?" D'Angelo said frowning.

      D'Angelo had taken Mark's threat very seriously and shoved him against his desk. "Nobody talks to me like that homie," D'Angelo said raising up his sleeves.

          Timothy got up out of his seat and tried to break up the grudge they had against each other.

           "Okay D'Angelo and Maron, break it up, that's enough, leave him alone," Timothy said, trying to hold D'Angelo back from hitting Mark.

         "Are you trying to defend this white boy Timothy? You need to seat yo **s down, I'm beating yo **s after school anyway," Maron said, pushing Timothy out the way. 

         "No, but it is not even cause for to keep messing with ol' boy like that," Timothy said.

That's when Mr. Edger walked into the classroom and noticed Maron and D'Angelo talking to Mark. 

       "Well ol' boy better watch what he says next time," D'Angelo said giving Mark a staring look in anger.

       "What is going on here? I thought I told you guys to stop messing with him," Mr. Edger said with a frown on his face. 

       "This white boy needs to go back to where ever white gothic neighborhood he came from," D'Angelo said going back to his desk.

        Mark balled up his fist and looked like he had an urge of anger that was about to release. He took his desk and held it up and hurled it and it went towards Mark.