"Comm check...
Testing, one... two...
Kwes Boaz speaking.
...you a hear me?
Ah. You ever wake up and feel like something's...missing? That's my life. Seven years after. Now I'm back, but nothing's the way I left it. Not even me.
Amnija happened righ...
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Before I could blink, this girl was all up in my face.
"Hey gyal! See the number yah!" she planted her hand in my face. "Now yuh pretty, unemployed and have the man!"
I sprung to my feet. In that moment?Reputation was the least.
"Amoy nuh bother with that," Cadence held me back. I shrugged her off.
The gyal held onto her sea of sequins as she walked off.
"Him diss mi fi a Brokey?" she laughs. "Wah Kwes really see pan the bitch?! Look how me and mi people dem rich? This ugly bitch live inna cottage, har man literally affi send har guh a school!"
I wasn't the type to talk.
My first chuck sent her to the floor. She was thick, tall, like Stefflon and clearly a hot head.
She shot up with wild punches, I gripped her, swinging hard, every hit connecting like bluetooth.
Anybody guh inna the way, a fi dem business that.
People tried to stop us. Eventually, they stopped.
I kicked her, punched her, dragged her. Her white dress was starting to look more like creamy malt.
"Oh My God," Mrs. Marcus gasped, eyes widened.
"Zoe!" Cadence called out as she snatched her up from the crowd.
"Hold har fimme!" She passed her to one of the girls who were singing, then quickly kicked off her heels.
"Mi know yuh nuh used to yuh mother like this but lock yuh eye mi baby!" she ran towards the fight.
The first thing she did was pin Tash down, making it easier for my blows to land. Grabbing my Crocs bag, I swung it with force, the plasticky material leaving bruises on her face.
