𝗦𝗹𝘂𝗺𝗽 𝗟𝗶𝗳𝗲 | Ski Mask The Slump God

nine.

Sadly this story will be coming to an end soon but I might write another story similar to this in the future, if i'm not lazy. :)

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The funeral was over and everything went back to what seemed like "normal". Stokeley thought it was time to stop grieving and make the most of life, he had to move on. Jasheh was gone.

There was one thing that X had told him though, it was that he wanted to be remembered, he didn't want to be forgotten. Well nobody does but some people were not worth forgetting.

Stokeley had decided that he would do everything to make sure that X was remembered. Just like he wanted.

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The sun was shining outside and Stokeley was trying to think of something special for Jah. He'd started writing a short news article about how great his friend was, but ended up throwing it into the bin. It was stupid. This was stupid he thought, he couldn't think of anything.

Stokeley decided he was going to give himself some time to think. He grabbed his sunglasses and walked out the door, walking down the street to a nearby café.

He had noticed that the café was empty except one couple at the back, drinking milkshakes whilst holding their hands tightly. He realised that he was staring and immediately turned his head round to face the counter.

"What can I get ya?" a man asked with a cheery smile on his face. "Oh I don't want anything, I just wanted to know if you remembered someone called Jahseh. He used to come here all the time" he replied in response.

"Oh yes the ugly, lanky kid, right?" the man said. Stokeley looked at him blankly and then furrowed his eyebrows. He was sure that Jahseh didn't want to be remembered as that.

"Didn't he die?" the man asked, after not getting a response to the other question. Stokeley turned round and walked out of the building, leaving the man standing, confused.