It was March 17, 1994. Six young girls who go by the names of Avisha, Katisha, Ivelisse, Hafsah, Raniyah, and Ramiyah
Avisha was a brilliant inventor, a sweetheart, and the nicest person you'd ever meet. Katisha was a reader; all the books she had ever read, she remembered. Her mind was like a library. Ivelisse was a fixer; she believed everything could be fixed. Hafsah was into the human brain; she knew all the things to trigger the brain. Raniyah was an artist. Raniyah never squandered any opportunities she had with paper and paint. Ramiyah was a junior investigator; she knew what would go together and how it would go together.
This girl group had decided to go on a picnic today after school. Hafsah had packed some fresh sushi she had made. Katisha brought the cake she made before school; Ivelisse brought her mother's chile tamales; Avisha brought a watermelon; Raiyah and Ramiyah brought pizza that their mother had made. The girls put their food in the basket in front of their bikes and biked to the forest, where they always had picnics. As the girls were setting up the picnic, Hafsah stopped and said, "I'll be right back." "I need to use the bathroom." in a hypnotized tone in this case. "Alright, here's the toilet paper." Katisha had given Hafsah the toilet paper they had packed. Hafsah had run through the forest, maybe looking for a quiet place to pee. Only Hafsah knows what she was doing that day.
As the girls finished, they sat down and waited for Hafsah. They heard a loud yell; they immediately got up and started running toward the yell because they knew it was Hafsah's yell. When they made it to Hafsah and asked why she yelled, she pointed to something behind the tree. As soon as they were able to see what it was, Ramiyah yelled. The girls took a step back, shaking. "Oh my god, whose body is this and why is it here?" Ivelisse said, striding. Tears fell down the girl's cheek; no one had ever wanted to see a dead body before. especially not a battered body in the woods. "Do we go to the cops?" "What do we do?" Katisha said it with fear in her voice. "No," Hafsah says. "We don't do anything." "The cops will investigate us and our homes." "OK?" said Hafsah. "So what do we do?" Avisha said, "We don't do anything; we pack our picnic and leave; we don't tell anyone about this, okay?" Hafsah yelled
The girls walked back to the picnic spot, packed up all their things, and went their separate ways with only one question in their heads: "Whose body was that?"
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