Baton Rouge.

Chapter 47 - Hell's Kitchen. [Part 1.]

"So I saw her pick up a moldy milk carton, but I ain't wanna say nothin'. The expiration dates on there be old as hell, so yeah. Dat' probably was it." One girl said.

"Y'all she used to pick shit up and eat it up offa' da school flo' sometimes." One boy said.

"Melissa was part of a westside gang dat's near here, and word is she ain't wanna pay no profit dat' she owed fo' da cocaine she snorted. Nah I guess dey' got dey' revenge." Another girl said.

"They say that the pool she swam in was LACED with poison by one of the other teammates just so that she could stop breathing." A boy nodded.

"See, Melissa got hooked back onto dat' crack, so it's been bad since." A girl added. "She ain't been normal or even functional in school since she start dressin' like she 21."

"That school food be nasty as shit!" A girl nodded as she chewed obnoxiously on her chewing gum. "Y'all need ta' gone head and investigate dat' cuuuuusss I done got sick a few times from dem' nasty chicken sandwiches."

These were one of the handful of rumors that circled around Baton Rouge High about Melissa's poisoning. The police had interviewed numerous students from Baton Rouge High and got these answers. All throughout the police investigation, they'd been hearing about nothing but rumors that friends have told other friends and that everyone else has made up. But once the police asked these students who Melissa hung around, they started getting the same list of names.

"Jionni. Dat' was her lil boo."

"Chevy."

"Jionni."

"Trina, Mercedes, and Britt Bratt." A boy said. "Them three some thots but not Melissa. She a good girl gone bad."

"I see her with Sway A LOT."

"Psh. Jionni!" A girl scoffed. "All they do is pull pranks on each other and shit."

"If I had to give y'all a suspect, it'd probably be D'juan." A girl shrugged. "He never liked her from jump."

"I don't know. Uh......Sway?"

So the next day at school, every single one of these students were called down.

"Will the following students please come down to the principals office." The announcement said in the middle of second hour. "Jionni Ivy, Sway Tremmings, Trina Windgate, D'juan Ivy, Mercedes Harris, Brittany Gates, and Chevy Glenwood. Please report to the principals office immediately."

All 7 walked out of their classrooms and stepped into the main hall, giving each other a confused look. Ross was on a bathroom break when everyone was called down.

"What da' hell?" Ross said as he walked up to the boys. "What happened?"

"Shit, ion' know." D'juan shrugged in an agitated form as they started walking down the long hall. "I was havin' a good nap in class!"

"They interviewin' y'all about Melissa?"

"I guess." Trina groaned.

"The fuck I look like poisonin' somebody?" Mercedes groaned as she scratched the back of her head. "These offica's need to gone somewhere."

Chevy and Jionni walked beside each other, walking ahead of the crowd.

"Jionni, I'm gettin' scared as shit." Chevy murmured lowly. "I ain't poison her ass-"

"Yo', just stay cool. The police swear us all da' time at Jmo's." Jionni murmured back. "Just keep da' shit cool and don't let dese' officers know dat' you even gave her a drink."