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First Semester
Book: First Semester Read Online Free
Author: Cecil Cross
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the backseat. I hadn’t even seen a fraternity yet, but I felt like I’d already been branded.
    â€œDizamn!” I said, instinctively jumping out of his whip. “Don’t you have some kind of towel or something I can put back here?”
    â€œI was just about to get that out of the trunk when you jumped in, nephew,” he said, laughing. “You didn’t even give me time to look at you. Boy, you done shot up. You’re taller than your uncle now, huh? What are you now, about six foot?”
    â€œSix-two, to be exact,” I said confidently.
    â€œIt looks like you done put on a little weight too,” he said, grabbing me by my biceps. You’ve got to be at least a hundred and thirty-five pounds now.”
    â€œTry a hundred and seventy-five,” I said, flexing my muscles. “You feel these guns?”
    â€œI see you got a little sumptin’ sumptin’, but you know you’re still no match for your uncle on the hoop court. I post up young guys like you in the gym all the time.”
    â€œNo offense, but I think your glory days are just about over, Unc, on and off the court,” I said.
    â€œWell, since I have to pass the torch to somebody, I guess your glory days are just about to get started,” he said.
    â€œLeroy, your torch burnt out a long time ago,” my mom said. “Now, would you hurry up? It’s burning up out here!”
    After checking in at the Best Western in College Park, a residential area near the airport, my uncle dropped us off in front of the Student Center on Atlanta University’s campus.
    â€œDon’t do nothing I wouldn’t do, young buck,” he said.
    â€œFarting in public elevators and looking around like it was somebody else ain’t my style,” I said.
    â€œWell, do you, then. Ain’t that what y’all young folk say? Do you.”
    Before I planted both feet outside the car, a female wearing a short skirt and a cut-up shirt with her belly ring showing walked up to me and passed me a flyer. The females on the flyer were dressed sexier than the girl who gave it to me. All of them were showing their tattoos. The girl who gave me the flyer had a huge tattoo of a butterfly just above her ass. I peeped it as she walked away.
    I heard my uncle mutter, “Mmm, mmm, mmm. Hate to see ya go, but I love to see ya walk away, sweet thang,” as he pulled off.
    I read the flyer as my mom and I walked toward the Student Center. It said something about a back-to-school tattoo party. On the back of the flyer, it said everyone showing their tattoos would get in free before midnight. Ladies showing their body paint would be admitted free of charge all night. The flyer had my undivided attention. Nobody had ever just walked up and dropped a flyer on me like that before. My mom’s voice snapped me out of my trance.
    â€œYou need to be worried about getting your classes straight, not a rattoo party.”
    â€œIt’s a tattoo party, Mom.”
    â€œAin’t gonna be nothin’ but some hood rats in there showing their tattoos. Sounds like a rattoo party to me. Just get registered for your classes, boy.”
    â€œFa sho. First things first. But this party still sounds like it’s gonna be crackin’.”
    â€œYou just need to be cracking the books,” my mom said as we walked toward the main entrance to the Student Center. “I’m not spending all this money for you to come out here and play games, J.D.”
    I laughed.
    â€œI’m serious,” she said. “This ain’t high school. You’re really going to have to buckle down.”
    â€œDon’t trip, Mom. I’ma handle my business.”
    â€œI know you will, baby. I believe in you. But you know I gotta keep it real.”
    The sun was beaming. Walking outside felt like doing jumping jacks in a sauna. The air-conditioning in the center felt almost as good as the females inside it looked. The

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