Pieces of Me

by Aubry J.

“They packin’, so we can roll,” Krude said, patting me on the shoulder. I took my eyes off Deuce to look at him. “I slide them they shit when the teacher wasn’t looking.” “You did what?” I asked with a laugh as we started to walk out of the room. “Little ghetto ninja got his knife, and the silver tooth gang member got his tooly.” Krude shrugged like it was no big deal, and I stopped walking. “Say that shit again.” “Man,” he sucked his teeth, then turned around and whistled. Both boys turned and looked at us. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Krude lift his shirt to flash his gun, and then both boys stood up and lifted the back of their shirts. I could see the handle of Judah’s Nerf gun sticking out of his pants and the handle of Deuce’s fake knives sticking out of his. They sat down and picked up their pencils as if the shit was no big deal. “See, they go it on lock.” He patted my shoulder and walked away.

DO M THIS FOOL KRUDE 🤦🏽‍♀️🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣