After we were all dressed we loaded marquis's truck and headed to a club that I did not want to go to but everybody insisted since it was my birthday.
So we pulled and headed in side "hey" a girl slurred the scent of alcohol hit my nose so hard that it almost knocked me over.
"Um hi" I spoke back she looked me up and down and said come on and walked away expecting me to follow her
"I'm Good" I say.
Pop.! Pop.!
Somebody shot into the air. I looked over to see ArRon on The floor dead.
That's the last thing I remember before blacking out.
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Teen FictionTwo True Hoppers Named Cameron And Marquis Had One Dream And That Was Th NBA. But They Had To Stay Focused Because The Influences Around Them Were Trying To Pull Them In Can They Over Come The Influence
