Since it's that time of the year... Rep your school (or past school)✨
AMNIJA KLARITY OTTOMAN
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Who really do this?!
I press the phone to my ear, calling my first suspect.
Meech.
The phone rings and rings, then he finally picks up.
I don't even give him the chance to breathe. I'm already down his throat.
"Crosses! Wah yuh want wid me? Wah yuh thief off mi four tire dem offa mi car fa?!" I snapped.
"Wah?" Meech sounds cold. Too cold. "Mi nuh deh a yaad."
"Hmm." I hum, unconvinced.
"Who mi woulda get fi send when yuh kill dem off?" is his next question. He's too calm. Suspiciously calm.
I def' need to keep my eye on him.
Rhys stands there, just shaking his head at my car wheels sitting pretty on four building blocks. I hang up, only to hear him say.
"Mi s'pose to have two spare tire inna mi car. Mi o' just make a call mek dem fawud wid two more." He breathes, walking back to his car-
I stop walking. Heart pounding. Completely shocked.
God... if yuh nuh busy come yah deh.
A WEH RHYS FOUR WHEEL DEM GONE?!
"Yow, a who do this?!" Rhys barks out, anger swelling. Brows drawn up tight.
A the mad man...
A affi the mad man...
I'm sure now. When I pulled up my car bonnet and saw no battery inside? Yeah. Case closed. I fold my arms tight as the crowd pulls in closer.
"Mi can neva' understand deh man yah enuh... How mi a guh get to mi appointment in time? It's almost 1 o' clock!"
"Which man?" Rhys asks.
I don't say anything.
Rhys' friends gather round, peering at both cars.
"A man really move the eight tire dem?!"
"Yo James, wah yuh see pan the camera?" another man asks.
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