"Ayo ciara chill" I said as she kept jumping on my bed like a little ass kid as I tried to do this damn homework. For the first time since about 7th grade I'm doing my damn homework I said. Laughing to myself. My phone start ringing, so I stepped out into the hallway because it coulda been a business call. Nah I ain't done with the game, what y'all thought? I could never leave unless I'm 6 ft under. "Shoot" I said answering my phone. "I'm calling for a Christian combs" some lady said. "This him, wassup" I said. "We have a boy here around the age of 17 , named Jawan. He got shot, lost a lot of blood. Mind coming up here" . I just shook my head, feeling myself get emotional. Not my nigga. I thought. I hung up and walked into the room telling ciara to come on. "Where are we going" she asked. I didn't respond we just got in the car and I drove to the hospital as fast as I could . No shoes, no hoodie. It's cold as hell in Brooklyn but I don't care. I'm worried bout my nigga and Kiara.
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Romancea story about young men and young women trying to get their life together and trying to make it day by day.
