The Slave Chronicles Ch.1

Welp, seems like it’s my turn to write in the journal, even tho i said my story isn’t even that interesting. What i really want to know is how those cousins came here, but everyone must write in the slave chronicles. I’m Brandon btw I’m 12 so I’m a tad young to be havin’ sex, but it’s not my damn fault he wanted it so i thought I was bein cool, well until he took it into this whole me being his bitch thing, but back to my introduction. I’m 5”11 pretty tall for an 9th grade but people be sayin’ I’m tall for nuthin’ just because i don’t ball. I’m more of a musician so much to where I believe i can hear the song of everything sound that i hear, it’s not true tho, I wish. I’m African American and have black hair and brown eyes I mean really brown eyes like rich brown. I’m also not muscular I mean I’m not like a stick, I like to think I have a little muscle,but not as much as my friend Tyreik he plays basketball tho. Lemme get into it tho, school started as usual and I was in my history class crackin jokes with Carlos and trying to actually get Janoah to speak, because he was shy and never felt like talking when Carlos got a call from someone and immediately asked the teacher to go to the bathroom. The thing that had me confused was he had a look as if he was scared of not making it or something even though the bathroom wasn’t that far, he didn’t even look like he needed to go until after he checked his phone lowkey.