Seventeen Hiphop Unit Novels & Stories

That was enough to distract Gwen who showered Royce with kisses while saying, "Oh I am so proud of you Roycee-boo! What a great way to start the day!" This time, August was watching them. She looked happy for them but also disgusted by them. She turned to me and said, "Weirdos," while rolling her eyes. Royce then toured us to his photo exhibit. Thirteen pieces of photos which he called The Last Year of Seventeen– his concept was the final year of highschool. The final year of freedom and youth. The final year before we are faced with bigger challenges and choices that would actually impact our lives. Most of the photos were taken in the Academy. Some in the Liberty Mead with Royce’s horse. M

Study long, study long. Luke and Jay were pretty much the same. They high fived me, tapped their feet and beat boxed when everwhenever I rapped. Luke was in year eight and Jay was in year nine. We were like the mixed age hip hop group, other kids thought we were weird. But they didn't seem to mind after a while, we were the reason Hip-hop became so big in our school. We were the pioneers of change.

It don’t just happen. Everything started connecting in a way I didn’t like. Keisha popping back up. This situation blowing up. Pressure building from all sides. I slipped my phone back in my pocket. “We need to move smart,” I said. “Nobody say nothing. Nobody do nothing yet.” Tone shook his head. “We can’t just sit on this.” “We’re not sitting,” I said. “We’re thinking.” Because moving too fast gets you caught. Or worse. Dre looked at me, serious now. “If this gets back to them…”

said Clement, Havi's friend, whose laughter sounded so annoying. Right. They are still 18 years old teenagers. So please understand that their decision-making method still uses the up-and-down game. Havie and his friends are 3rd-year students of a bonafide private vocational high school throughout the country. They are completing a one-semester internship program for graduation requirements at an advertising company.

To begin with, the SADI Violet, which is the team I belong to, has Myung-soo and Nana for the hip-hop genre, Woo-hyun and Lav for the pop genre, and lastly Min-hyuk and me for the interpretative genre. For the SADI Gold, they have Jae-hwan and Yun-ha for the hip-hop, Mizuki and Minerva for the pop, and Hak-yeon and Na-bi for the interpretative one. I can't believe I'll be going against her all of a sudden. "How are you feeling right now, girl?" I looked at Nana who approached me and gave me a bottle of water. I took it from her, placing it on my lap. "I feel so nervous right now. I can't seem to find Min-hyuk anywhere."

They chanted for the win as the swimmers fastily swam towards the other end to complete lap one. Giving a nod at Stacy and Flora, I signaled at the person who sat next to the music system. He immediately changed the previous song to a new one---Bumpy Ride by Mohombi. Leveling up the sound, I took the lead for the dance. Throwing my pom poms in the air, I leaped high in the air with my legs in a split as I clapped my hands for the crowd to get more extreme. Getting overwhelmed with the swimmers who were on their third lap, Stacy and Flora, along with the girls got in the rhythm with the sound.

Instead, he stood. “I’ll see you around,” he said, carefully neutral. “Yeah,” I echoed. He walked away before I could stop myself from turning back to watch him go. Something inside me cracked then quietly, invisibly but deep enough that I knew it would matter. Because this wasn’t nothing. This wasn’t coincidence. This was the beginning of something I didn’t know how to control, something heavy with expectation and fear and hope all tangled together. At seventeen, promises were dangerous things. And I had a feeling we were about to make some we didn’t yet understand.