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Lets kick off at my spot! A broken ghetto room with roaches sharing the pad. A cliche day in the ghetto, a cliche youth about to run short of love in the blink of an eye.  This story isn't really different from the usual love stories, but in its own painful way, it is different from the rest.  The angry stomping youth was about to incur a situation he is not ready to handle. There’s a tiny fire somewhere, and he thinks anger was the best  way to fight this flame. The girl locking him up as he stepped in his room, was not in the mood for a war she could not handle so she chose a different path. He wasn’t too pleased about her decision to lock him up, like a man! He threw his rage in her face the moment she decided to let the best out. It wasn’t a big mansion with enough room space to keep the sound to a contained set of ears, so the folks by the next room, was very close to the voices that was ridden in rage. The young couples fought, the man mostly. Like the incredible hulk that his mind was portraying him to be to himself, he got only angrier until he reached the peak of his anger, and moved in to her neck for a choke. She threw her strength in and broke the hold, her eyes sought for answers to why she was the one fighting to get her breath flowing more. She found him smiling to her plight and he could see the destruction he was building in her mind but chose to look the other way and let the man in him wreck run free.  There she was, on a bench far from him. She pretended not to see him rolling up to smoke, he did the same when he started his smoke that he could tell was not friendly with her breath. He couldn’t stay away, and reached unto her with a teasing push, hoping for a fight, even if, because her silence he knew was deadly to his emotion, but she was a better player and decided to stay on her field of expertise. For the t*****e jade had planned for him, she gossiped to the folks next door about hightailing, knowing what it would do to him, and indeed she left without delay. She did try to leave with a call at least, but he was too busy explaining his sins to a friend and left the phone at a distance.he reached back minutes after the call ended, only to hear her on the next bus away from him. “there was no way she could stay away” he thought, when he heard school was back in session, “shell be here soon”, he thought again, cooped away in his dark room with his vices sitting in a steel plate. “I need to do better”, was the thought in his head as he rushed to clear out the piled trash he had decorating his room. He reached for his bag and filled it up with  all the cleans cloths he could find in his wardrobe of old and dirty, “looks like I gotta borrow and pose” he whispered to the cloths. *buzzbuzz* his phone vibrated into a ring, his grim face turned on like a bulb at the sight of the caller, “gotta play it cool”, he whispered still. He had a watcher by his bed, who came to visit with advice but started playing witness to this youth little drama with himself and his caller “hello” he said to the caller, “yeah! I’m in town but not in school yet”, he passed again to his caller, “bout we meet up here” He urtehered shakily, “nah! Ill meet you In school”, he voice got strong as he deviated from his previous statement, “it wont be cool to switch your navigation plans up for me” he furthered before been let go by the caller. His visitor wore n happy face in  anticipation for the gossip, “what she say?”, he asked, “what!!” he replied the question in a stern tone, “talk to me bro”, rik pushed with more excitement that broke banjos stern act into a jolly mood,”shes back!”, he exclaimed with excitement, “that much I can tell!” the visitor stated in a manner, “the meeting bruh” he pushed, “whats up with that”, he requested by tapping his hand together. “alright! Chill!” he pushed back in a friendly touch, and looked to another set of female looking bags in the wardrobe, “she said to come with her bags and otherwise”, said banjo with a ghost of sadness dancing by his face and tone. The bags he took out gently placing them next to his, “bout otherwise?” rik asked while looking around for what might seem like otherwise, “tis everything plus otherwise” he relayed back, “I had them packed a while ago” he gave up tat ghost of pain again as hi words slipped out. The first bus to school had his name written on it, he was filled with butterfly's and all sorts of feels and thoughts, be he was mostly certain of the reality that has been. Sad but sure, he appeared happy by her door as she opened from hearing the bell buzz. The lights shined from the room to her sparkly face and that set his heart to a frenzy its not had in a while. “hi!’ he tried to play it nice “come inside already! There’s mosquito's at night”, she reached for a high tone “wow” he whispered and rushed in “What?” she turned to attack “nothing, I didn’t say Shid”, he defended himself from an impending attack “Put my things there!” she pointed on her order He replied from his sarcastic purse “yes her empress!”, he said She noticed his game but didn’t but refused to push on and placed her butt on her bed with her books forming a fence around her “exams still a couple weeks away!” he smiled  Her eyes reached him with an hard message from her tongue, “so i'm to wait until exam before I start reading?” He fell to a bit of cold and found smoother words to say, “I’m just saying, you're dope for taking care off this shid ahead of time” But she didn’t buy his pitch and said, “this is the time nigga!!!, we ain't got until tomorrow!!” “okay!”, he responded softly, “speaking off ain’t got till tomorrow”, he said to raise her gaze back to him, and her deadly stare gave him a winter feeling, but he pressed on. “we ain’t got lots of time as well” she stayed on him through his line, “ so! I was hoping”, his heart took a weird turn to her stare that came with a reply to cut him off. “NO!!” she didn’t stutter, “we is dead and you gotta go nigga” “but!” he gave out weakly “there's no but Nigga”, she responded with less rage, “look!” she paused him, “why don’t you go home”, “shower and rest” she suggested, “we've got class tomorrow” He nodded to her notion, tried raising hid head up before leaving the room chest took a lot of punch from the short conversation and he reached to his chest to feel the poundings it was giving off.  He pressed hard on his chest and his lip suffered a strong biting force he gave it, with all the pain taking steps in his heart as he walked away trying fighting to wear a smile