8. it's called racism, slow bird.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐒 Janae and Aaliyah ran together. As much as Aaliyah hated running, she was actually pretty good at it, considering the fact that Janae was struggling a little to keep up with her. 

"YO AL, SLOW DOWN A LITTLE, I CAN'T KEEP UP WITH YOU." Janae says, running as fast as she can, eventually catching up to Aaliyah. Janae was a little surprised that Aaliyah was faster than she was, as she was always the fastest runner out of everyone she knew. It kind of made Aaliyah more attractive than she already was. 

Aaliyah finally stops, out of breath as her hands are on her knees, panting heavily. Maybe she was a faster runner, but she didn't have the best stamina. "I ain't gonna lie. I'm impressed, Al. Thought you would have trouble keepin' up with me." Janae says, with a smirk, grabbing two cold water bottles from the grass and offering one to Aaliyah. Aaliyah gladly takes the water bottle and chugs most of it, before putting the cap back on the bottle. "Same here." Aaliyah responds, with a smirk. Even if it felt like her lungs were collapsing right now, she just enjoyed the time spent with Janae.  

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"𝐔𝐆𝐇!", Poussey grimaced in disgust, spitting the food out into a napkin, as Cindy soon does the same. spitting out the food due to the heavy taste of salt. "Salt. They gave us special trays, chill shittin' bitches!" Cindy spat, glaring towards the kitchen.

 "Man! They fuckin' with us this way 'cause they know our people's predisposition for hypertension." 

"Man, they tryin' to kill us." Taystee barked. 

"Well what do y'all expect? Don't fuck with the cooks." Janae says, with a smirk, making Aaliyah want to smack that smirk right off her face. Janae's cocky smirk soon leaves as she also spit out her food. This made Aaliyah giggle, earning a death glare from Janae that almost immediately made her giggles stop. 

"Hey why I got it like that, I ain't even do nothin. They're grouping us all together." Janae complains. 

"It's called racism, slow bird. What, was you just born or something?" Taystee mocked. 

"Shut up!" Janae spat, as Aaliyah smirked. 

Janae and Aaliyah soon saw Daya walking out of the kitchen with a tray in her hand, as Aaliyah had the urge to recommit her crime, but that then she remembered Daya was pregnant, and that would add like a hundred years to her sentence which was something she did not need if she wanted any chance at a future.

Aaliyah saw Janae's angry expression and whispered to Janae. "Don't do anything. Just stay put." Aaliyah says, trying to warn Janae, but obviously Janae wouldn't listen to her. 

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