Knowing Dallas Wayde

A story about a high schooler whose fame garnered ridicule

He sort of looks like this. Photo by ArtHouse Studio from Pexels

It looks like another dull high school assembly in the gymnasium. Thankfully, I can sit where I please; the top of the gym bleachers seems okay. My friends and I can speak freely about life here. We hoped our rapport would promptly make the announcements and the school band performance end.

Like every other assembly day, it ran its course, yet the school had a fun surprise. The teachers brought Dallas Wade McFadden, or simply Dallas Wayde, upfront on the gymnasium floor to sing one of his hip-hop songs. Before he began, we knew the performance wouldn’t end well since the school felt spiteful and jealous of Dallas Wayde, given his nepotism and rapping ability. My classmates and I would’ve been okay with him rapping and singing, but he was neither.

Our disdain was apparent when the assemblies’ boos proved we disliked Dallas for everything he stood for.

Spite and envy run deep, it appears.

Soon after the assembly, the feud continued on Twitter, as he denounced the haters, and one student should’ve thought about what he posted before submitting a comment on Dallas’s tweet:

Why were they booing?

The students booed because they don’t like Dallas, and they sure as hell don’t like his rapping.

At school, my Spanish teacher couldn’t understand why a talented boy like Dallas McFadden would receive ridicule. The students had a valid reason for disliking him: he was damn cocky.

So it surprised me, with such a demeanor, he went to church (the same one as me.)

Then, again, going to church means nothing.

Each time we passed one another at church, Dallas would restrain himself. I don’t know why he did, but perhaps he restrained himself because I was the only person from high school who went to the same church as him. Maybe he thought if I mistreated this guy at church, he would blabber to the entire school. If that was the case, Dallas had no worries. I understand. Snitches get stitches.

Regardless, Dallas didn’t do well at keeping his religious stature; he got into a fight. The fight was ridiculous. He and the person he fought…