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“What do bạn think you’re doing?!” an adult type lady yells. Shes got some weird bushy hair do that is blonde, she looks kinda old but still young. And she looks like she does drugs a lot.
“Mom! What are bạn doing here?” Marshall ask immediately letting go of your hand. bạn just stand there sort of scared staring at the two of them.
“You better get your đít, mông, ass trang chủ boy,” says the lady pointing back behind her as if his house was right there.
“I was, I was just gonna bring Lily home. Do bạn mind?” Marshall smarts off. He looks very angry with his mother.
“No! You’re coming home...

“Hey Nick,” bạn say with a smile while looking up from your dresser with pictures of bạn and your Những người bạn on it. He glares at bạn as he sets his bag down. “What? Have a bad ngày hoặc something?” bạn ask.
“Kinda, that school is full of a bunch of fags,” he says.
“That’s nice,” bạn say looking at him funny. “So is my school,” bạn say.
“Hey,” Marshall says sitting bạn lightly.
“I didn’t mean you,” bạn say and hit him back. “So calm down,”
“So who is this?” Nick asks.
“My friend Marshall,” bạn say. Marshall gives Nick a slight smile.
“Ok,” Nick says and does...

Chapter 1
    I was walking down the sidewalk in Detroit Michigan, past the Shady Records building, a building that I wish I could just walk right into, but bạn have to have a special pass to get in. My friend, Megan, and I learned that the hard way back in 2000 when we tried to walk in just to check it out. This large black guy and his stupid friend threw us out the back door, and told us that if we ever did that again they'd call the cops, and we'd go to jail for break in hoặc something, but that was two years ago. They should have just let us off with a warning, but they...

“Lily wake up, your gonna be late for school!” your mom yells shaking you… bạn open your eyes slowly….
“Huh?” bạn ask. “Its Monday already?” bạn ask confused thinking that it was only supposed to be Sunday…
“Yes, bạn must have been very tired last night,” bạn mom says with a smile……
“Yeah cause I don’t remember even going to bed,” bạn say. *wait… that sounds very bad* bạn think to yourself… your mom just smirks at you.. bạn give her a funny look she ignores it and walks out the room.
“Get dressed!” bạn hear her call back. bạn sigh and stand up… bạn slowly...

“Who is it?” bạn ask your mother as she comes back into the kitchen.
“I don’t know, he just asked for bạn two,” your mother explains and sits down at the table… bạn and Marshall look at each other confused, bạn both sort of hesitate to move. “Well aren’t bạn gonna go talk to him?” your mom asks.
“Uh what does he look like?” Marshall asks quickly.
“Hes kinda fat, and hes black. Why?” she asks confused.
“Uhh how bout bạn tell him that we just left,” Marshall says figuring its DeAngelo.
“Hes gonna ask were we went, bạn know that,” bạn say though your teeth to Marshall....

“Abby! What the hell is the matter with you?” Wanda, your friend from high school asks as she enters your office. bạn look up at her with no expression on your face. “You’ve been staring at that same damn paper for 30 minutes. And bạn have that same expression on your face,” shes says. bạn still don’t answer her “Whats wrong!?” she yells at bạn and closes the door, she sits down in one of the chairs like shes one of your clients hoặc something.
“I don’t feel like talking about it,” bạn say with the same expression on your face that bạn have had for the past 30 phút according...