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"ow that shit hurt" i hissed
"i'm trying to be gentle" ri said dressing my wounds
i huffed counting to ten.
"you here bout what happened last night?"
"nah what happened?"
"miah was robbed"
when she said that my heart dropped. my actions was catching up with everyone but me, my friends and girl had nothing to do with what i did. do i regret what i did no but i apologize for the people that get affected in the process.
"he good?" i asked
"from what heard he's fine" she shrugged
i relaxed a little nodding.
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"the fuck happened to y'all?"
"roscoe" miah said
"very uh tense in here" maine said
"lemme talk to you wrong quick" i told miah getting up
not gone lie i'm scared
"ian even trippin off it just watch out for yo homeboy"
"i am though y'all not supposed to be in none of my shit" i stressed
"well shit it was gone happen anyways nothing you can do about it" he shrugged
"you got robbed and you acting like nothing happened" i looked at him
"i'm alive ain't i? that nigga took 15 dollars and a old pair of jays i'm good" he waved me off
"how auntie take it?"
"she was already on edge bout me being out then when i came home wit my face cut open she was on tens"
"she was mad?"
"more so worried but relieved i made it home still together between her and angel ion know who was more upset" he chuckled
"but aye look i'm sorry for even putting you in a position to get hurt" i apologized
i couldn't imagine my life without my best friends and if one of them got hurt because of me it made me sick to my stomach.
"you good" he waved me off
"mmcht no nigga it's not good" i mugged him
"bruh it's good just off that nigga or some hell ion know i'm done talking bout that nigga or the situation" he mugged me back
well damn
"so we good?"
he punched me in my eye before smiling
"we good now" he dapped me up
"raggedy bitch" i mumbled holding my eye
"so friends y'all good?" maine happy ass asked
"been good" i answered
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"we really finna be seniors" i said
it always shocked me that i made it to see another year. battling depression ain't no joke and it's certain days were i really be trying to end it all then i just picture my grandparents and moms faces when they hear the news. sometimes i just wanna give up and let life take me.
"finally these years been long as fuck" maine said
"were y'all applying too?" i asked
"the goal is clark atlanta" miah said
"i'm going to duke"
"that's wassup" i nodded
i felt like a proud father both of my boys was actually doing something with their lives not falling into statistics like me or running the streets like most of us. i was happy that we even got to make it past our 16th birthdays most of the kids here end up locked up or dead before their 18th we was really fighting for our lives. i tried to stay positive but it's kinda hard when you hear every other day in the news of another person that looks like you dying or ending up in jail for the rest of their life.
we shouldn't be fearing for our lives or even having to live in fear. we shouldn't be normalizing our kids dying before they even really get to see the world. we're still children and we getting shot by our peers or by the people sworn to protect us but this is our reality.
"we got that last game then the season over"
"CHAMPIONSHIP BABY" miah yelled
i laughed at their little dance shaking my head. these goofy ass niggas was really my brothers from different mothers and the love i had for them was crazy we protected each other and made sure our peoples was straight. a true brotherhood
