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"But mama- no- mom! I swear! I didn't do nuthin'!" Me and Mateo were making fun of Kida as he was on the phone with his mama. Mateo was dying of laughter in the other chair, and every once of a minute, Kida would mean mugg him.
"Oh, MAMI! I SWEAR I DO NOTHING!" Mateo yelled outloud. I was crying on the floor right now, and Kids hung up the phone and came up to Mateo.
"Nigga, I'm sleepin' at yo' house today, my momma gonna beat my ass if I come home today..." Kida said. I heard sniffling and looked up. Aweeee, Kida was ugly-crying!
"No nigg-"
"Kida, don't worry, you can come sleep over my house since Mateo wants to be a dildo." I said hugging him from the side. What can I say? A nigga need love.
"Im comin' too." Mateo blurted out. I rolled my eyes, but allowed it. Hmmm, it'd look weird if there was only boys coming with me. Lets find more people. Wait-
"The clique! I can make one now!" I yelled out.
"Shhhhhhhh!" The lady said. I rolled my eyes and bowed down a little. "We can make a group of people that are like us. Like a squad, kind of?" I said slowly and quietly.
"I'm down. Our squad started breaking down since Ayleo graduated and well, Zavi did some dumb shit." Mateo said twisting his hair. Zavi? "Who's Zavi?"
"Don't worry Mama-Mia. Thats another story for another day." Mateo said putting his finger on my lip. "Nigga you realllll- slick." I said taking his finger out my face. He laughed. Where is this nigga getting these corny names from?
"Anyways, I have a friend. His name is Vennet-"
"Oh hell to the fucks no." Kida said bluntly.
"Vennett? Oh, Kida mad because Vennett stubbed him in the arm with a heel. That nigga mad gay." Mateo said laughing. I rolled my eyes.
"I don't care if he's gay. He's my bestfriend so deal with the shit." I said nudging Mateos arm, making him fall off the bench. I laughed a little, but thought. We already have Mateo, Kida, Vennett, and me. So we need an Asian and a few more people.
"We need an Asian too, they smart." I said. Mateo and Kida looked at me.
"That's racist." They said in usion.
"Nu-uh-uh! Pos-i-tive Racism." I said holding my finger up. Kida facepalmed himself and they ended up laughing.
"Positice racism? Well, that's a new thing." Mateo said as he got up from the bench. "Where you going?" I said.
He turned around and shrugged as he walked backwards to the bathroom.
•••
"(Mom! I'm home!) ¡Mamá! ¡Estoy en casa!" I yelled as I got home. I heard a sudden scream from the kitchen and ran there immidiently.
I put my hand over my mouth as I saw my stepfather hitting my mom with his belt.
"GET OFF MY MAMA, COCK PLUMBER!" I yelled and jumped on his back, but he was too strong and pushed me off. He looked over his shoulder and laughed as he slowly came down to me.
"Oh, baby, you gave birth to a juicy little girl...." He said touching all over me. I cried in silent pain as he unbuckled my pants belt.
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"I heard it from over here." Kida said running towards some modern looking house. "Here! Someone was screaming I swear!" He said.
I rolled my eyes.
"Nigga lets go. Before you get us in trouble, they probably some white girls ticklin' eachother." I said walking away. I heard a loud boom, and turned around to see the door wide open. Kida dumbas-
"IT'S MIA!"
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I heard a loud kids voice from above me, and I opened my eyes to see Mateo, picking me uo bridal style.
"Don- die on -me" I couldn't hear everything but before I could comprehend anything he was saying, I dainty fell asleep.
•••
"But will she be ight?"
I opened my eyes to a beeping noise, and many people surrounded by me. I felt someone's hand on mines. "Wh-" I tried to talk but my throat felt so dry, and itchy.
"Oh-my princess!" My mama said covering her face and running towards me. I smiled as she bent on her knees and hugged me from the hospital bed.
"Latina! You're okay!"
I know that voice from anywhere, Vennett! He instantly came and gave me a 'boo' hug with his synthetic yet beautiful nails. "Hun, if you died Imma' have to snatch that nigga upppppp-!"
I smiled at his voice. Man, this does feel like a good clique. I couldn't be able to talk so good, "what happ-" I stopped talking when my throat had an itching sensation.
I looked at everyone and they had a look of worry on their face.
"Well, please don't do anything, but we think your stepfather..." My mom stopped as she looked down in dissapointment.
"Is still out there..."
