•Kizzy•
I never in the name of god would think Farah would be a drug dealer. The most i'd think would be the jackass, aka Riley. And maybe Braxton, he's mysterious. I don't know. But not Farah.
It just doesn't sit right with me. I know i sound strange saying this because she's my bully. But she used to be one of my really good friends. And not just me, she was really close to Bia as well.
But at the end of 6th grade she cut us off. And we saw her change. Not in a good way, but a bad way. She started hanging out with bad influences, and started to act cruel and violent.
It just wasn't like her. We never really knew why she changed and left us. And i guess we'll never know.
Just before the guy turned to leave, he swiveled around. "Hey Farah, can i ask you a favor?"
"Sure. What's up?"
He smirked. "Well i was hoping that, y'know you'd like to join?"
I couldn't quite see her face but she stopped talking. An awkward silence stayed for a couple seconds.
"How about you think about it?"
She nodded. "Deal."
I watched him walk away but Farah stayed. What is she going to do now? I felt my hands slip and banged my head on the inside of the slide. Shit.
Farah looked startled. "Who's there?!"
I held my breathe and prayed for her not to come up.
"Who's there?!" She said even louder.
Then suddenly she jumped up the stairs, and standing right in-front of me was Farah Johnson.
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