Shattered Mirror

Chapter One: Only The Real

"Boy I'm in the field for real, I might run up in some cleats. Was in Japan so long, I almost learn to speak, had to leave. Back to the hood, where they don't understand unless you speaking trapanese."

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Months prior....

-AJ| Amour Faith Jenkins.

"Babyyy." I coed.

"What AJ?" We laid there on his king size bed as he supported his back on the headboard, counting his money.

"Can we watch Pretty Little Liars? It comes on in about two minutes." I laid my head on his shoulder and I got a whip of his axe through my nose.

He smacked his lips in annoyance. "Hell nah!"

"Why not?" I asked lifting my head up from his shoulder.

"Cuz you see me doin' somethin' and no body got da time to be watchin' that gay shit!"

I rolled my eyes and shook my head at him with a chuckle. "It's not gay! It's actually interesting if you took the time to watch. I bet you a $100 dollars if you watch it and end up liking it." I say with a sly smile. I didn't actually have a $100 dollars but I knew I was gonna win anyways.

He looked up at me with a smirk. "Nah your little ass think you slick, huh?"

I flipped my blonde, 23' inch, Malaysia weave over my shoulder for dramatic effect. "Pssh. I don't think I'm slick. I know I am."

He chuckled, "There's a big difference between think and know."

I glared at him and stuck my right hand out. "Bet?"

"Shit bet." He shook my hand as I flipped the channel to abc family.

I knew I was gonna win this bet anyways because the show really was interesting. I wish someone would try to harass me with threats and my secrets. I wouldn't even take that to the police I would been on my Sherlock Homes shit so when I catch the bitch or nigga. I would beat them with my frying pan but not only that they would have caught these hands. My hands are bi-sexual anybody can catch em'.

"Oh nah! Why the hell would she go outside in the dark with no type of weapon? That's some retarted ass shit right there!" Harlem chanted, getting hyped up.

"Shit! She bout' dumb as hell!"

"So they think Alison's mom is A?" Harlem asked. This nigga said the show was gay but look who's asking all em' questions.

"Yes, for the last time, now hush." The show was getting intense as Hannah and Emily was upstairs in Alison's old bedroom, emailing her, Alison.

I pull up and then I hop out, like what's hatnin'

I knock on the door, she know who it is, what's hatnin'

She wanna roll, we 'bout to go, what's hatnin'

We took off in that UFO, like what's hatnin'

What's hatnin', what's hatnin', baby girl what's hatnin'

Don't talk about it, just be about it, whatever happens, just happens

What's hatnin', what's hatnin', baby girl what's hatnin'

Don't talk about it, just be about it, you got it girl, what's hatnin'

Justin Bieber, What's Hatnin' began to blast from my phone, loudly. The name 'Momma Dukes ❤️' popped up on the screen. I slid the green slide on my iPhone and held the phone to my ear.