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—Zack & Cody'🏺.
"Someone has to tell him that her sister is just dead, it's already been a month." Small gossips began to form in the school hallways, today was the search party and everyone was already making conspiracies on what actually happened to Saints sister.
The hallways were packed and filled with teens, jogging around through tight gaps, racing to their second period classes.
A couple to the left of Saint switched tongues with each other causing both disgusted and sick looks on Meek and Saints face.
He walks through the hallways head down with his close mate meek, Saints dreads slanged over part of his face while gripping onto his book bag. "Why they keep saying slick shit about my sister than act all quiet when I come around ?" Saint say's.
His friend meek on the side shrugs his shoulders fixing his loose pants. "Mane I need a belt, bra Saint, don't trip on what them folks got to say."
Saint sucks his teeth disagreeing. "Hell nah man, niggas gon' speak on my sister like I won't do shit, the fuck?" He pulls his eyebrows together, bawling his fist up.
Meek presses his palm on his chest trying the calm his friend down. "Nigga, I said what the fuck I said. Don't tell me you gon' fuck up school because of words gang?" Meek scoffs. "You got scouts watching you tomorrow for your basketball game, don't fuck shit up Saint."
"Meek that's my sister, my blood yo'."
"I know bro, just let me handle it." Meek looks around the area, grabbing ahold of Saints clean white tee pulling him to the side of the locker's.
Saint furrows his eyebrows, lost on what his friend actually meant. He knew his been hustling that illegal life but nothing serious. Meek wasn't no custo, he sold them drugs, and they were lowkey a hit in the complex area they lived at.
