Snippet #2490025

This is sick. This is dope. This is...

incongruous.

Incongruous- absurd, out of place.


inconsistent.


inconsistent- contradictory, irregular.

No word could describe properly what Tyga was feeling right now. He wanted to quote Drake, Honey Cocaine, or Snoop Dogg. He wanted to go back to the horrible black hole of a neighborhood he lived in. He wanted to shove this in there faces, screaming how he made it. How he was going to MAKE it. No adjective could describe the tingle in his belly as he took in the magnificent walls, the high ceilings. No adjective could explain the erratic jump in his heart as he took in the rich dark floors.

He, Tyga, a boy from the hood, was going to Warren. THE Warren High. When he had found his acceptance letter in his mail box. Tyga had cried. He had cried on the rickety structure called his front porch. Neighbors called him a sissy, his mother ignored him, and his sister pushed past him. Tyga didn't care. He was finally getting out! When his councilor had suggested Warren ,Tyga had jumped at the chance to go. The school was highly selective and only the best went there. To receive such an honor had sent the usually tough as nails Tyga into a crying fit. The tears were fat and warm, with them came shots of joy. No words, just noises of happiness, loud and cheerful barks that escaped his throat. Tyga had not only cried he had jumped around like a mad man, waving his acceptance letter in the air. He jumped up and down on his front porch, he did the cat daddy, the two step, and the moon walk.

Once done with his short loss of sanity, Tyga had straightened himself out and had went back inside. He packed everything he owned into two duffels, and stayed pack the whole summer.

When move out day came he grabbed his two duffels, a lot heavier now with more stuff inside, loaded them into the taxi. He said goodbye to the relatives that were around, his grandma, and cousin Boo. He promised to write his grandma and jokingly cursed his cousin out. When finished with goodbyes he got in the Taxi. The Taxi took him to a bus, the bus took him to a plane, and the deplane took him to a special bus to Warren. The journey had been long, tiring, and even nerve wracking. Tyga on his last bit of energy was able to taken in the beauty of Warren. After the opening speech he checked in, got his room key with his schedule and list of dorm-mates. He listened to the head mistress speak with droopy eyes but alert mind. His uniform was slightly wrinkled. Tyga had substituted the pants for tighter jeans in that color and the foot wear to a black pair of Jordan's, a sox baseball hat sat low on his tight curls. He wore a hoodie in the school colors over his school shirt. He knew he looked unpresentable but the long trip had left no room to change, and he was to tired to care.

Tyga was just ready to sleep after the opening speech. He knew he should stay up and meet his peers but he was just to tired. So when they were led to another place filled with more students he nearly wanted to scream in frustration. Tyga pinched his wrist right on the irritated skin of his new tattoo. The pain jerked him awake, he gently rubbed the red and slightly raised skin. He ignored looking at the 'XV Will' that decorated his wrist. He knew from experience that the cursive letters would be an angry red on his dark skin. Instead Tyga looked at the student body around him.

He notice...something...something he couldn't think of at the moment. The air in this room was heavy with something. The students here looked different...more graceful, pretty, almost predator like.

Tyga eyed one girl with a body to die for. She was too pretty. That Photoshop pretty. That air brush plastic surgery pretty.

Tyga pushed these thoughts aside. He needed sleep. He could ponder if the school gave their students plastic surgery later. He located a blond guy who reminded him of ponyboy. and gave a polite greeting and then asking about where the dorms where located. After getting directions Tyga fond his room and fell onto the nearest bed he came across. His duffel hit him in the shoulder and back, his shoes were still on and he had an alarm set for 5:30 on his phone. Tyga didn't care he just wanted sleep.