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IMANI A. JADE

 JADE

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Friday
11:54am






"YOUR'E sick! What typa mother would I be if I let you go to school and contaminate all dem otha kids?" Imani rolled her eyes, sniffling loudly.

Her hands dropped to her waist, a disappointed look plastered on her face. "Mom! I'm not sick, see?."

The poor girl wiped down her face with her hands, trying to appear well, which she wasn't.

She contracted a sickness somehow, and it was killing her.

Her mind made her think it was from the fries she got from Kaiyes, but he didn't show signs of a sickness so how could it be him.

"Girl, bye. I don't fool easy." Dramatically stomping her feet on the ground she huffed, turning around and making her way back to her room.

"I'm not sick Gab, she's just tryna kill me I prom—oops." A cough interrupted her from finishing her sentence, her cough.

"You so sick, why ya ass coughing like you been smoking for years. Have you?" Gabriella could feel the way Imani rolled her eyes.

"I can't see you, but I know what you just did." Imani scrunched up her nose, and paused for a long time to see if she could see her.

"You such a liar, I should sneak out, and go to school. Yes?" Gab mugged, rolling her eyes, "Why you wanna go to school so bad? To see Parker? He asked about you y'know."

She immediately wanted to puke, but she stopped herself.

"I'on care bout dat boy. He's crazy, and he knows my schedule somehow." Gabriella frowned, "Ain't you post it on yo story asking if anybody had classes wit you?"

Her mouth dropped, and she furrowed her brows trying to remember if she did.

"Ohh! That's besides the point. I'm tutoring too, how Ima be there for that?"

"You're tutoring? Who?" Before Imani could speak and answer, Gabi interrupted her, "I gotta go, the hall monitor coming."

"By—." The call ended, and she was alone again.

Walking over to her desk, she blew her nose into a tissue, balling it up and throwing it in the trash can under her desk.

When she opened her MacBook she was looking through her Pinterest, updating her boards. Until she got a notification.

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