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📍Ardenne High School

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📍Ardenne High School


We had our last exam today before Christmas break and I was happy for the three weeks off honestly. Kristina had finished before me and left the room in a bad mood.  I had just left the examination room and was now heading to the parking lot when I heard quarreling as I got closer, I realized it was Kristina and Tamara one of the school's popular whores. 


"Yuh ago low mi man". She pointed her index finger in Kristina's face. 


"Look like mi want yuh half dead man muma". Kristina spoke stepping back her face drawn into a confused look. 


"And a him and yuh mi see a lef party last night, mi a warn yuh ino gyal lowe mi man alone". She shouts a Kristina. 


I know Kristina can handle her by herself so I stood a little far from them and watched. 


"As mi say mi no want yuh half dead man". Kristina spoke nonchalantly. 


"Oh, yuh soon know who half dead when mi beat yuh rass ova yah". Tamara says pushing Kristina. 


Ah, she no know seh Kristina wi 8, 9, and 10 har. 


Kristina walks away as Tamra follows her still cussing her out. 


"So weh yuh wah do muma, fight mi ova man". Kristina asked. 


Ah, she fi know seh Kristina is a mad oman inna clean clothes ino. 


"A if a dirty a dirty ino". Kristina says taking off her black kickers and her socks. 


Bowy watch drama yah now. 


I was still standing where I was cause as I said before Kristina could more than handle her. I saw Kristina take off her white blouse and her badges as she folded her blouse neatly putting it on top of her shoes and her badges as well, Kristina fought differently than anyone I have come across she fought to kill because she believed in the phrase "Kill or be killed". 


Jah know deh gyal yah dead. 


She was still cussing Kristina out as she took off her important stuff putting dem in her car before she sank her toes in the ground. 

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