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hip hop hooray

after that incident happened at the store my mother gave me my phone back and everyone continued on with their daily lives. it wasn't like tommy was known for being a good person, it was quite the opposite actually. tommy didn't die solely for being black. that was a contending factor but he did commit an armed robbery and started a shoot-out with a police. so the thought of rallying up for his justice was never pondered. it was sad to see another go but with life comes death and if you believe in religion or any of that shit "god" said it was time for him to come home.

besides the phone call i did when i first gave her my number, lana has made no move to initiate a conversation with me. it was lowkey aggravating because if she was feeling me like i thought she was.. the little hard-to-get act should be over with. but i guess since it isn't her game has started. but what she doesn't know is that i invented the game. she has no chance of winning.

currently i was sitting on a park bench at ten o'clock in the morning smoking a small joint. i didn't feel like sitting in class yet and it felt good outside. the park was large and empty for the most part so it was simple for me to finish off my blunt and walk around the trail. angels by a$ap rocky played through the speakers of my headphones and my head bobbed along to the song. i felt bold so i went to my contacts until i found the contact i was looking for and called their number. i wasn't positive that they would answer the phone but i'm bored, so why not try?

after the third ring the phone call was answered.

"you do know i'm in school, right?" the light voice spoke through my phone and i found myself excited that she answered the phone.

"yes, but you still answered." i took a long pull from the joint and along with the crackle of the burning herb was her light chuckle.

"you're right mr. acid man. aren't you supposed to be in school as well?"

"yes." i answered.

"but you're not?"

"no." i answered again.

"where are you?"

"hemingway park." she sighed and i could hear rustling in the background of the phone.

"stay there. don't do anything reckless in the next fifteen to twenty minutes." i nodded my head as if she could see me before i hung up the phone and sat down next to a tree, awaiting her arrival.

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"turn up to rihanna while the whole club fucking wasted!" i yelled out in the car along to the radio as we road along the streets to whatever destination she was going in. due to our long conversation we had last night when i received my phone i know that her full name was lanakila, which stood for triumphant in hawaiian, and that she attends usc. i found myself another college girl, but the difference between melanie and lana was that she was a girl feeding off of her mother while taking bullshit classes and smoking her life away. lana was sharing an apartment with two other friends as she worked and took her classes to earn a degree in social working. she was a freshman and had three more years to go before she earned her masters degree.

"okay, i won't allow you to listen to top forty for the rest of your life. hand me the aux cord." lana seriously voiced while she dug in her purse to find her phone. i kissed my teeth and pulled out the cord that was neatly folded up in a small compartment underneath her radio.

"if this roof doesn't go up in flames i will kick your ass." i said before lightly dropping the cord in her hands. she laughed before slowing down at a red light and plugging up the cord into it's places and scrolling through her phone for the right playlist to listen to.