CHAPTER 9: FINDING ISHA

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THIS IS THE POV OF BO

SCENE: THORNTON ROAD MIDDLE SCHOOL

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SCENE: THORNTON ROAD MIDDLE SCHOOL. THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE.

PRINCIPAL WYDELL IS STARING BACK AT BO'S MOTHER, BEVERLY ARMSTRONG...

"You know it's against school policy to discuss any student with anyone, without a parent's consent. So I hear your concerns, and I'll take it from here, "Principal Wydell tells me and my mama.

"And shouldn't you be in school young man?" this mothafucka looks up and asks me- I nod-

"Now hold on, naw don't address him, you not his principal, I talked to his prinicpal. I got my child, he good. This a personal family emergency, and we came up here to see about Aisha Butler," my mama let him know.

"Ma'am I understand your frustrations, but there's nothing I can tell you, and the longer we sit here, the longer it takes for me to get to the problem-"

"You the problem," my mama tells him, quick, and mad as fuck- oh shit-

"Excuse me?" this nigga look over his glasses at my mama.

"I didn't stutter! And I'm not leaving until I find out where Aisha is," my mama say.

"Well you'll have to explain that to the nice officer right outside," he tell my mama, and I get mad as fuck- but my mama jumps up and leans in over his desk and he look shocked as hell-

"Naw, I'm explaining it to YO dirty dIck ass. Nigga I'm Beverly Armstrong, Eunika first cousin, yeah! And you gone TELL me if Aisha showed up for school this morning? Or I'm gone TELL my mothafuckin' husband and Zo Butler and the whole school board how you stuck yo fuckin' hands down a lil' girl pants and threatened her up in this office-"

"Now hold on now!" He half jump up fumbling and stutterin' and shit-

"Naw mothafucka you hold on," my mama say with her finger in this nigga face, and he just freeze. I smile --

"Aisha ain't lie to my son, and my son ain't lie to me -- and I know about the 28 thousand nigga, and Tae ain't dead, he'll come for yo ass. Nigga you fucked wit dat child! While you trying to play wit me, I see whatcho ass is -- and nigga I'll take dis mothafuckin' tie and wrap it round yo fuckin' neck and then shove it down yo mothafuckin' throke, and you won't do SHIT! But eat it mothafucka, for fuckin wit dat child -- and sittin' her in my fuckin' face grandstandin' like you some type of upstanding citizen, bitch-nigga you don't scare me! I ain't no scared lil' girl I'll beatcho mothafuckin' ass up in here and dare you to say OUCH nigga you gone tell me where Aisha Butler at, or I'm gone fuck yo whole life up. You dirty, slimy maggot mothafucka! Now try me wit a lie and see what da fuck you get up in here, I'll turn this bitch out. Try me," my mama break this bitch-nigga down staring dead in his eyes.

My mama don't play dat shit, and he damn shol don't want none of my daddy. Aisha daddy neitha. Or Delontae. Or me. I mug this nigga, ready to take it to his ass.

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