This story has sides from different characters. Main characters are Maira, a senior in high school; Erica, Maira's best friend; Eric, Maira's boyfriend & Erica's twin brother; Storm, the boy from Florida.
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(South Africa) "Eric, why are you crying?" I walk in on my brother staring off into space, pacing back and forth on the edge of his bed crying. "Maira's been kidnapped" he responds. "You're joking right" I giggle. "No I'm serious, why would I be joking" he looks at me with that deadly look. I drop to my knees and start weeping. "I think... a thug from... the other side must've done it" I say between breaths as I look at him with eyes blood red. "Why a thug though? Have you guys been chilling with West Side Chillers? What the actual fuck Erica! HOW MANY TIMES DO I GOTTA TELL Y'ALL TO STOP CHILLIN' WITH THUGS!!!" He yelled at me. I'm so socked that my brother would actually yell at me. "I'm gonna kill someone" he said as he reached out for a glock under his bed that I've never seen like in ever. He drags me out of his room and shuts the door on his way back in. I'm just shocked outta my brackets that I'm looking like a zombie outside my brother's room. He walks out fully stripped. "Go the fuck into your own room and don't you dare leave the house" he says with rage in his voice and leaves. I get up and walk into my room reminiscing on moments with my best friend and my twin. How we used to be so happy. I need to know what on earth happened, so the worst thing I could ever do is text a thug and that's exactly what I did. I need answers and Haroon is the main person Maira runs to when she's in danger.
I take a quick wash and throw on some Supreme. In order to walk around here, you gotta look thuggish to not be a target. And for me, being half Asian is a bonus. Don't mess with me & I won't mess with you. Along with my Tokyo cap I look dope.
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As I head off to the garage, I grab my skateboard. It's a weird place to keep a skateboard, I know. And I bet you thought I'd take my car but nope. I don't want my brother knowing that something's fishy. Lucky for me, the docks is right where the skate park is and that doesn't make me a target. Unless you're a drug dealer trying to get me to do stuff I don't want to do.
As I pull up, I see Haroon.
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Hello cutie, I think to myself and give him a hug before we take a seat on the bank to discuss the missing case of our dearly beloved.
