Welcome to the Jungle

[lonecoyote]

Welcome to the Jungle!
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The place that will eat you up and spit you out quicker than you have time to breathe. 
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Will you survive? 
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Or will you end up in a puddle of your own blood?
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It all depends how you play the game.
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[Kingly]

 

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@lonecoyote @JujuBee @Safton @Aster Sapphire @kairos ali @T I R E D + P R I N C E @AkuTheWolfOkami @TheUnspokenGodess
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September 17th, Monday | Midwood High-Home Room | 7:20 A.M Yet another week begins in do or die Bed-Stuy. The eventful week of Tisha's party in the books as the day returns to Monday. The pinnacle of what seemed to keep everyone in Bed-Stuy buzzing, had a crashing end as the cops stormed the packed Brooklyn Brownstone. Though the night may have been a highlight of the year for some, to others it was a complete disaster. Multiple intoxicated kids were arrested and taken to holding facilities, others were about to face a sentence for illegal possession, and then there were the lucky that managed to escape. Though the dark cloud that loomed over the brains of many was formed not just by those in trouble, but by the fresh new grave that had been dug. Rome Jackson, Junior, Scholarly athlete, Popular and ambitious was shot and killed by police in holding. Yet he wasn't the first nor the last victim of police brutality that night, he was just the only one that lost his life in the process.Principal Kalter called for an early home-room for the students to discuss the events that had occurred with their assigned homeroom teacher. All students should be arriving at school and heading to their homerooms as it is constantly repeated on the loud speaker. Many have already begun sporting shirts of the slain Rome Jackson, and the talk of the school is all about his murder already. Unrest begins to rise in the halls of Midwood high, fights begin to break out as sides start to get taken. Those passionate about the injustice expose the wrongs of all police, some subtle beliefs that they should lose their jobs while others believe they should be rolled up on like another sorry street gang in Brooklyn. Whereas others believe that it wasn't the fault of the police, but the fault of Rome who some claim gave the officer no choice. But only those who shared a cell with Rome can tell the story of what really happened, or could they twist it the same way the cop twists it with his defense? People await the verdict of the cop, the funeral of Rome Jackson, and on top of all of that the coming of mid-terms. Though the main objective for the week of Midwood High? Is make it out this one alive.
 
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(( Feel free to include your morning in your post or head straight for the school. Just make sure towards the end of your post your character arrives at the homeroom. It is up to you whether your character has knowledge of Rome's murder or not, but everyone is about to find out in their homeroom. You can reuse and edit your post from the last thread if need be, this is to bring us right back. Me and @lonecoyote will be working on a more detailed summary of events, though what is the main topic right now is summarized in this post.))
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[TheUnspokenGodess]

 

There's nothing more satisfying then getting some good sleep in. " Mekai if you don't get that ass up for school I promise I'll personally wake you up myself" The sound of his mothers voice through the closed door made Kai frown and shift only slightly in the bed before finding comfort in the softness of his pillow and the warmth that was provided by his covers. Of course like most nice things in life it didn't last long, within five minutes his mother had come back but this time she opened the door causing Mekai to fully sit up as if he had been awoke the whole time. " Ya not slick now hurry up your father already left for work hence why I'm doing it". She paused and Kai slowly adjusted his eyes watching as she took in his room and suddenly it dawned on him that it had been the first time she had been inside his room in a few years, more than a few actually. " Alright I'm up" he waved her off brown eyes looking over at the brown skin woman before sliding his feet off the bed and moving into the bathroom to get ready. In all honesty Mekai didn't really feel like heading to school and yeah he could skip but knowing what type of school he went to if he missed a day he'd miss all the information and fights so that was a no bueno. Mekai closed his eyes underneath the steaming water all while listening to the sound of his younger brother Damien talking to his mother. It was still weird having her back home as if she hadn't abandoned them years back but he was tying, he really was and since his pops was happy that was all that mattered to him. " Yo bro let's go I gotta pick up someone" Damien poked his head through the door as Mekai pulled the hoodie down over his body as he raised an eyebrow and eyed his brother. " Who do you have to pick up?" Damien scoffed and leaned against the door like he was some gangsta. " My girl". Lord help this child.
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" You actually have a girlfriend? Not some hoe that you hang the girlfriend title over?" His voice broke off at his brothers scowl which only made him laugh. " She's not a hoe,girl got a nice body and everything and-" Mekai shook his head reaching to grab his backpack before locking eyes with his brother " Ya girl a hoe" " You don't even know her" Daniel moved downstairs and Mekai followed holding his stomach from laughing at how adamant Damien was at proving his 'girlfriend' wasn't a hoe. " Okay so then what's her name then" Damien  huffed and before finally answering, " Vanessa C-" " Hoe" Mekai cut him off before brushing past him and his brothers curses which died down as their mother appeared from the kitchen and the laughter from his mouth stopped  slightly as he bit down to stifle the sound. " Damien Michael I know you're not cursing in here like that?" She was obviously displeased and Damien and his grin faltered when her hazel green eyes shifted towards him, " And don't think I didn't hear what you were saying either". Mekai simply sighed while Damien apologized and their mother smiled, " It's fine just don't let me hear it again and I'm sure she's not a hoe" Mekai watched Damien smirk at the fact that their mom approved but as soon as she was out of hear range he leaned down to his brothers level and whispered " Hoe" before sprinting out the door with his brother tailing behind him.
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" Damn Kai you wanna take up track runnin' like Road Runner" Damien huffed in a semi crouched position while Mekai made a face " Bitch you look like him" the comment made his brother smirk and then adjusted the hat on his head keeping down the curly beast beneath it. " Ain't nobody tell you to be so fast is all" At his words Mekai tilted his head slightly, " Well me and ya girl-friend have something in common then". He knew it would get under his brothers skin and like clockwork Damien shoved him in a poor attempt to be pissed. " Stop calling her that" and Kai threw his hands up in defense, " iight you got it she's not a hoe...she's a thot". For most of the walk the two of them continued to goof off with each other and call each other names while somewhat play fighting, it was what made their relationship but despite their bickering he'd always have his brothers back, even Justin's. Since his brother was hell bent on picking his girl up Mekai continued on towards school and when he pushed through the double doors he stopped. People were wearing Rest In Peace Rome shirts and it took him a moment to register what was going on. Rome had died? He knew that the party had gotten out of hand the other night but he wasn't paying attention to who got caught up or left, the only thing he was focused on making sure Celeste got out the party okay. Moving through the wave of students some sulking while others mad and in disbelief and if anything Mekai was one of those. He had played basketball with the kid and now he was dead? Just like that?.
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His thoughts were broken when a girl bumped inot his shoulder, clearly distraught about the news circulating through the school and he didn't blame her. Within the past two days there had been two deaths on school grounds and a death the following night and overwhelming was jut putting it lightly. Mekai ran his hand along his face before releasing a deep breath and then opening the door to homeroom. It was mostly empty except for two other students who found an scapegoat through their phones. " Morning"  the gruff voice belonging to none other than his teacher made his eyes travel to the man and he made a face seeing his teachers half smile and Mekai didn't know which was more weird. His teaching smiling or the fact that he knew how to. It seemed forced nonetheless which would only have to due with the number of unstable students filling the school one wrong word and Boom. Finding his seat Kai slouched down and then pulled out his notebook filled with sketches and absentmindedly traced while letting his mind fully register that Rome was actually dead.
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Where? Khalil's House -> Homeroom
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Mood? Angry, and somewhat sadden
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Song for this chapter -> Swing Your Life Away...
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Vance stared at the ceiling, as she lays awake in the early morning. In about 30 minutes, Momma Steele is gonna come up yelling for her and Khalil to get up for school. Khalil will groan and mumble something that would be bordering on stupid and just plain idiotic while she looked for clothes to wear and get dressed.  Normally, it be normal like that but today is not one of those days. Today, was the first day back since the party that went down badly. By the time the night was over, a body was in holdings and she was in the bed sore from the beating her sister gave her at the party. She just stares at the ceiling waiting for something to crash down on her, for some kind of sign to not go to school today. She was still sore and sporting some bruises from the party. She actually has to hide her left eye today because it was black and purple. She sighs and mumbles "I shouldn't have gone to that party." as she closes her eyes thinking about what happened after. Vance knows she collapsed after running from the cops, she pushing it after getting kicked in the stomach but after that....total blank space. She knows that after Khalil dropped her home, he left and didn't come back till early morning. She knew because she had to make up a lie so Momma Steele wouldn't be worried. Now she wouldn't be calling herself worried but when he came back from who knows where but he hasn't been acting the same. He's been quieter and reserved. Something happened and it clearly screwed up things. 20 minutes went past as she opens her eyes. She rises up and goes into the closet grabbing her black jeans, a Rome T-shirt, and a black hoodie. Another reason to skip school, she thinks as she looks at her shirt with Rome's face on it. 
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He was a kid. A good kid at that. Rome didn't need to be killed hat night. That was a killing that was made just because. There was no reason, no cause, no effect, nothing at all that a new grave is being dug at this moment. No reason, her thoughts flashed to Ana and she shakes it off before it can get far. She can't be thinking of her, she can't. She sighs as 10 minutes past and right on time, Momma Steele bangs on the door. Khalil moves around in his sleep, as she goes into the bathroom. She gets into the shower and relaxes as the cold water soothed her bruises on her stomach. They were healing well, but slowly. She can manage to hide the pain for away but if someone hits her in the stomach, she's gonna be down for the count. Vance looks down and tries to remember a time when she could relax like that before Khalil. And only one thing pops up, Mari. The girl down the street, the girl always trying to help her when Vance ass didn't deserve it. She wonders if the girl gonna be ok today, she could always go to her house to check but then she might run into her family and gang members. She doesn't care, though, she needed to see that Mar was ok. Since she hasn't seen her since the party. She rushes out the shower after that thought. She quickly gets dressed and checks the time seeing that she has about an hour to get to Mar's and to school. She grabs her black converse, putting them on quickly. Vance slaps Khalil and said "Steel, I'll meet you at school. Gotta leave early for something. If I don't see you there at school, I'm coming back and dragging you by your ear to school. I'm not about to suffer alone, you hear."
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Vance runs out the room and kisses Momma Steele's cheek quickly saying goodbye. She runs out the door and keeps running, going past police who was at a scene in the streets. She stops and looks around, and saw something she wishes she didn't. She decides to not think the worse until she talks to Khalil. She starts to run again towards Mari but then she sees her brother and knew that if she kept going then he's gonna get her for sure. Mari wouldn't be too happy with her for sure if she did that. She shakes her head and hopes that Mari would be at school. She turns around, running towards school again. 30 minutes had passed since she left Khalil's and as she runs she sees people with Rome shirts all over. People arguing and people fighting. She shakes her head thinking 'Damn Fools'. A boy has just been killed and they are arguing over fucking why he was killed. He was killed point. There's no if's or but's. He was killed and it may be wronged for him to be killed but he's dead, the least they can do is be silent for a fucking day. She sighs at that last thought reaching the school with 5 minutes to spare. Vance walks into school, coming straight to homeroom not saying a word. Not a single word. She has gone mute, she only talks to Khalil, Mari, Will, or Kay. That's all. Other people can fuck off. She goes to her desk saying nothing and pulling out a book, Vance keeps an eye out for Kay and Mari since she knows Will made it out ok. But she worries about Kay and Mari especially Mar. She needs to know she's ok.
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She needs to be ok. She cannot lose another little sister.
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[Aster Sapphire]

The last time one of Celeste's mornings was so hauntingly quiet and still, it was the day of her Uncle's funeral. This silence was much like the silence from that day. She doesn't wake up to the light shining through her blinds or the feeling of Anubis' weight on her chest and his whiskers on her face. Her body just switches on like a machine that's running only command but no desire. She lays still for a moment staring at her wall and wondering if it's even worth it to drag herself to school after what went down at Tisha's party. At the mere thought of her fight with Tisha, the cops raiding the house and everything that went down with Khalil...


She sits upright right in bed and stares down at her feet as the events from that night replay in her head, over and over and over. The image of him standing at her window with a gun in hand remains stuck in her mind; tainting it like the ugly on the living room carpet from the time she spilled her pepsi. What if Makai had been over that night, after all? What then?  Would Khalil have really shot him? Would he have shot her? She shakes her head, changing her train of thought before she allows herself to sit on the issue for too long. With the news about Rome going around she doesn't want to think about death more than she already has. How could one night have ended up going so badly? It was so awful  to the point she believes there's no way it could have even happened. She wants to believe that it was all just a nightmare and that any moment now she'll wake up, and the worst thing that happened to anyone would've been a hangover.

Shuffling down the hallway with a yawn, she enters the bathroom and blindly hunts the knob for the faucet before she flips the light switch. The second she turns it on, she's greeted with a savage hiss and a sharp pain on her arm, that stings for a minute before she feels a warm liquid trickling down her wrist. She huffs as she flips the light switch on and glares at the mass of black fur curled up in the bathroom sink. Anubis looks back at her with miffed green eyes as he twitches his ears, a wet tuff of black fur on his back from where she'd turn the water on. "Don't look at me like that! What the fuck are you sleeping in the sink for if you don't like water, dumbass?!" Celeste sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose between her thumb and forefinger. She places her hands on her hips and meets the feline's glare with an intense one of her own. "Bad kitty! I already told you no more sleeping in the sink! Mama and daddy think all the hair you leave in there is mine!" 


She scoops him up ignoring his purrs of protest of and tosses him out of the bathroom before slamming the door behind him as he tries to rush back in. Faint scratches and desperate meows sound from the other side of the door as he pleads to be let back in but she ignores them, snatching up her toothbrush. She quickly rinses washes off the fresh scar Anubis left on her arm and sighs, just another to add to the collection. She goes through her morning routine quickly and heads back to room to get dressed. She hears the bathroom door creak and looks back over her shoulder to find Anubis trying to sneak back into the bathroom. 


"Non!" She exclaims, stopping in her tracks to shoot daggers at him. He returns with a hiss and trots away from the bathroom, darting into hers instead, with Celeste in tow. Cursing the cat under her breath she takes off her pajamas, tossing them onto him purposely, leaving him to struggle as she picks out her outfit for the day. She'd already seen some of the Rome T-shirts, but didn't wear one of her own. She didn't know the kid personally, but after Jeremiah she still felt her heart sink at the thought of yet another kid dead in the streets. Only this time it was a cop, and not a thug. But who could tell the difference sometimes?

Her fingers pause in unraveling her thick hair from their twists and she immediately kicks herself for thinking such a thing. Her father wasn't like the cop Rome. She knew he would never be like that cop, but at the same time she couldn't help distrust the people who were supposed to be protecting them. She doesn't know what went down in that cell last night, but she was willing to bet money that whatever happened was unjust. She quickly dresses herself slinging on her backpack as she checks the time. 
 


On her way out, she pats Anubis on the head affectionately. "Mama still loves you, baby," She says as she pecks his forehead before heading to the door. At least she could look forward to seeing Mari once she got school. Her, along with Kay and Mekai would make this day easier to get through. 


She leaves her house, walking briskly through the streets to get to school. She blocks out all of the Rome t-shirts, and talks of his death that fills the hallway and enters the room. She pauses briefly when she sees Makai and hesitates. She was at least able to rest easy knowing that she had gotten home safe after the party after talking to her after everything that went down. She sits back in her chair and glaces at Mekai. "Hey..." She says, in a low voice, riddled with somberness. She looks down at his book, watching him trace, her eyes following every line and curve. She watches thoughtlessly, joining him in his method of distraction. 


She struggled to find other words but what else was there to say right now? The silence said everything it needed to. 

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[AkuTheWolfOkami]

A Day as Zay
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Song for the day: "Go on without me, while I beg you to stay."
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"Bro..."
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The word echoed through the dark wasteland. Emptiness. Darkness. Yet in the distance it seemed to be flashing blue lights.
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"Bro.."
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The word repeated as the sound once again echoed through the darkness. This time it felt closer, it felt warmer. 
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"BRO!"
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This time it was right on him and soon the darkness washed away, flooded by the early morning's sun breaking through the darkness that was his mind. There was now a blurry image, a silhouette of a person. A blink, and a little more focus, and another, a little more. Eventually the image would come in focus, and he could clearly see Saruh already ready for school. She had her wild hair in two pig tails, the white yankees jersey with the pinstripes (with a white teen under it), and a pair of jean shorts that were hidden under the oversized jersey and t-shirt. She offered a large smile before closing her eyes and starting to hum.
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"Ma home?" came Isaiah's weak voice, still a bit groggy from just waking up. Saruh only shook her head. "Ya pa?" and another shake of the head and Zay could only sigh. Yet another morning where they were left alone, but at least by the smell of it they had remembered to leave food. He only sighed and rubbed his eyes before sitting up right squeezing Saruh's shoulder,"Aight, do me a favor. Use the paper plates, make three plates. Make mine the biggest like usual, and wrapped the one you not finna eat in some uh uh gah'damn foil."
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Saruh only nodded in acknowledgement as she got off the edge of the bed and headed towards the kitchen doing as she was told. Zay laid back down for a moment putting his hands over his face, before taking in a deep huff and peeling the cover off revealing his bare upper body. He slithered off the bed his bare feet flopping across the cold floor before he reached his dresser. He took in a deep breath sliding his cassette tape into the boombox, and closed it up. A s sound occurred for a minute before the UGK album Super Tight started to blast through the speakers. This was the one benefit about being home alone in the mornings, no parents to complain about the loud music.
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Zay nodded to himself pulling the top dresser open and pulling out a pair of boxers and a grey wife beater. He slowly made his way into the bathroom, showered, and came back into his room. A slow walk to his closet and he pulled out a red black t-shirt, and then put on a deep blue Atlanta Braves jersey, but didn't button up. He slid into a dark pair of jeans and slid his feet into a pair of black socks, and then all black nike sneakers. He topped it off with a deep blue Braves adjustable cap. The final touch were the couple gold chains he put around his neck. 
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He walked into the kitchen to see Saruh humming still and noticed only one plate. It was the one with aluminum so he figured Saruh made it first because she knew what his plan was. He nodded to her and scooped up the plate exiting their apartment and heading down the hall knocking on the door,"Miss Johnson, open up. It's Zay." 
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"It's OPEN." 
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He opened up the door to see a messy house, with an old lady sitting on a couch. She seemed happy to see him, but Zay had no plans to stay,"Alright Miss Johnson I made you a plate, but I'm running late so I'ma just drop it off and go." he told her placing the plate down near her, and rubbed her shoulder. She smiled and mouthed thank you, before he left out to his own apartment. When he returned it was two plates on the table, and Saruh and himself sat down to breakfast. After a few minutes they were done, and Saruh pointed to fridge. Zay rose a brow heading to where she pointed and pulled a note from the fridge. It was in Saruh's handwriting and it read "No need to meet up this morning.-Imani @lonecoyote " 
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He shrugged his shoulders and looked to her,"Alright well let's bounce then shawty. See what the school tombout." 
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Zay hadn't even gone out last night. All his friends did and he was about to ask everybody how bomb the night was. He and Saruh stayed in though and worked on some new music. In fact, on their walk to school that was all they would talk about. Eventually they broke through the school doors and both stopped once they saw some of the shirts, posters, and signs. 
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Zay adjusted his bookbag over his shoulder and looked down to Saruh who shrugged herself. They didn't want to ask, they figured they would be told eventually so the two made their way to their home room sitting on opposite sides of the class,"Where that ni--- Khalil at though..."
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This was not a normal day.


The previous events from last night had told him this. The twisted, demented dreams that kept him prisoner for their heinous torture told him that it wouldn’t be. The very thing however that explicitly told him wouldn’t be a normal day? Feeling the cold hard ground underneath him as he finally came to in the early morning. It had been quiet. The hype that had once been to the extremes was now nothing more than a dying flame. A whimper here and there. A call for protest sprinkled in somewhere. There was no more spirit in them. In any of them. What bothered him the most being in that jail cell was having to stare at Rome’s lifeless body for way longer than he should have. For longer than any of them should have. It was cruel.


But death… This wasn’t the first time. It wouldn’t be the last time. He’d seen his friends die. He’d seen family die. He’d seen his fellow members die. Sure it hurt but the pain would go away. This time… Why did it hurt so bad? What was different about this time? What was different? The answer nagged in the back of his mind, taunting him. It told him that he already knew why. It told him he was too weak to accept it. So anger would be the product. Anger at the police. Anger at the people in the jail cells. Anger at his family. Anger at Logan. It was her fault anyway. If she had just appeared when he went to look for her... They could have been at home in the safety of their beds. If… If… If…


Since when did he think like that?


His aunt and uncle would come like many other Parents and Guardians. Sisters and Brothers. Grandfathers and Grandmothers… The tears. So many tears. There would be no tears from Miguel. Not from when he finally registered the pain in his ribs. Or the sharp sting with his ankle. There would be no tears from him as he made his way home with his aunt and uncle, pestering him the whole time to just go to the hospital. There would be no tears when Logan finally appeared, tears in her own eyes and a voice of worry and anger. Though there would certainly be a few words for her. Maybe he’d apologize. He doubted it.


He would lay in his bed for two more hours, receiving not even a wink of sleep a wink of sleep during the time as the hushed whispers of the adults trailed through the quiet home. When it was time to actually get up for school, they’d try and keep him home but he would have none of it. This anger that had been harboring inside of him… He didn’t want to be in the house when it finally blew up if it ever did. So on his way to school, he would go, his clothing speaking volumes of his mood. From top to bottom it would be nothing but black. Such a beautiful color. Void. Empty. Him. Some would mistake it as his way of mourning and sure, a part of it was for Rome. But the majority of his all-black ensemble? Far from it.


With a familiar silver cross wrapped tightly around his hand, Miguel would walk into class. Face void of any emotion except contained anger, he’d make his way to his normal seat in the back of the class. Not bothering to make eye contact with anyone. Not bothering to smile. Not bothering to really be himself. He’d slowly sit in his seat- his ribs screaming at him while his ankle blessed him with relief- leaning back into the chair and staring ahead at the board. His free hand would be on the worn out desk, his nails touching the cool surface before a slow tap would emit from them.

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With slow breathing, Miguel would begin the countdown. Whether for the end of school or his ultimate blow up, he wasn’t sure and in all honesty, he didn’t want to know.

 

[AkuTheWolfOkami]

A Good Description of Kay's Morning Below
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ANHHHHH-ANHHHHHHH-ANHHHHH
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Gargled noises escaped the throat of the young Haitian-Canadian as he did his best to stir himself at 0400. It was 4am and he barely got home at 0100 last night. That party was crazyyyy though he had to escape everything to go DJ another party. He partied a little, did a couple DJ sets, but had another party he needed to DJ and thus was gone before the blues showed up. Hell, he was oblivious to everything. He didn't know about Rome, and he and Rome were pretty close.
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So as he rose out of bed and slumped his way to the bathroom, his demeanor was pretty in high-spirits. I mean, he was a walking zombie, but he was in good spirits.
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The shower began and started to fill the room with steam as it was on extra hot, hell even. He got on his knees and wrapped the rosary around his hand and began to start the rosary prayer for the day. Yet, as soon as he got to 'Hail Mary full of faith...' he drifted off to LaLa land. It wasn't until he slid off the side of the tub that he woke up, removed his clothes and got into the shower. It wasn't a long one, what was the point? He'd be getting dirty again in a few minutes and showering again later. So once he got out of the shower, he put on his hockey gear as it was going to be a track race to get to the other side of the city for the Juniors League practice. He put his stick in it slot on his bag, and slide his roller blades on, ensuring that his ice skates were secured and covered while they hung on the side of his bag.
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He rolled through the house, making a racket which stirred his parents and grandparents and immediate yelling in Kreyol from two different rooms and four different voices struck through the house. This only made him laugh as yelling out,"BONJOU, OREVWA" as he skated out the door, jumping the stairs on the stoop, and then rolling down the side walk. He'd find himself on the train and off the train again in a while, finally having made it to the other side of the city for hockey practice, barely making it in before 0530.
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"You ask for these early practices, practically begged for them, and you're almost always late Brutus.."
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"Yeah sorry coach, but you know how it is when I live on the other side of the city. Plus I'm your starting Center sooo..you love me."
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He chuckled sliding his practice uniform over his gear, the blue and white 'Manhattan Juniors' uniform fitting tugly, as he switched his skates too. Soon he patted his backpack trying to find the walkman he saved up and paid for, and finally did. He put the headphones over his head, turned the music on, and slid the walkman under his shoulder pads so they stayed secure, before finally sliding his helmet on top his head, with the cage for protecting his face unsecured as he skated out on the ice, eletronic rnb blasting through his ears. 
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Practice would go smoothly, for the hour before 0630 hit and Kay was on the go again. Back into his workout clothes (t-shirt and basketball shorts) backpack full of hockey gear on his back, as he skated down the sidewalk,"Alright not to baseball weight training..." he muttered sliding up to the high school and into the weight room, which was empty. Where was everyone? It didn't matter, he was on time, and so he sat his beatmachine on his lap and let one of the beats he was experimenting with play. He drifted off into a sleep for about ten minutes when the noise in the halls had gotten louder than the beat that was playing and he shot his eyes opened. He ignored it for a minute sliding into the showers and literally dancing the whole way. (see video) 
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It wasn't too long before he was out and dressed in a black hoodie, black t-shirt, black jeans and a black pair of rebok. His black glasses sat neatly on his face and the only non black thing he wore sat on his head neatly. The dark blue Montreal Expos cap, and soon he was in the halls...but this might have been the only mistake of the day....when he saw the shirts, the signs...he stepped back. Rome was the homie...this couldn't be real, right? 
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He didn't hesitate to leave his backpack in the locker room and ran down the hall, knocking people over to get into his homeroom where he immediately rushed up to Celeste, Kreyol flowing out of his mouth. His voice was unsteady, concerned.....
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"Sak pa'se? Sa ki te pase? Ki kote li ye?"
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"what's going on? What happened? where is he?"
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Khalil felt the ice cold water splash against his face, bringing a dash of energy back to his tired eyes. He glanced up at the filthy mirror, his beady brown eyes peering into his own soul. Though he did not see Khalil Bishop Steele, he saw a murderer. He kept telling himself what he did was justified. That was one of the guys who had betrayed and murdered his own pops, that was one of the guys that was going to beat him up and rob him regardless of the disrespect he had thrown at them. But every time he thought, that same image replayed in his mind. The sound of a bullet tearing through the skin of his body, the shriek of pain he had cried out right before his body collapsed to the floor, only to rest in a pool of his own blood. Things Khalil had seen one to many times before, though not from the view of behind his own gun.

His body still ached from the beat down he had received prior to the shot. As he looked into the mirror, he saw a busted lip, his right eye several shades darker then his own skin tone, and his nose flared in pain at even the slightest touch, a big purple bruise across the bridge of it. He gulped, Vance and his mom had been in a frenzy as to what had happened to him, though he refused to tell them. He didn't know if he would truly be able to tell anyone. He spent both days after the party within the confines of his tiny, dingy home. Any sound of a passing sirens caused his blood to freeze over, and his fingers to curl as he thought of an escape. Though two days after the murder, he was still alive, and he was still free. Yet dodging school was impossible today with his mom pestering him about it, and he had no choice but to show his face outdoors for the first time since he put a bullet through Janai.



Khalil made no attempt at dressing too flashy. He couldn't be asked, and most of all, he wanted no attention to be drawn to himself. He pulled on whichever grey pair of sweats he found sprawled out on his floor, and his Brooklyn nets hoodie. Finally he took out his air maxes still in good condition and pulled them on, about ready to head out the door when he stopped. He thought about the two T Bloods that had escaped when he pulled out the gun, almost sure that they had found out about Janai's death by now, and they knew just who killed him. Word had to have gotten around the T Bloods that Khalil had killed Meech's little brother. And therefore all red shirts would have their eyes out for him, and their guns in any direction he stood. There was no doubt in his mind he needed protection. Khalil quickly dropped to the floor, scavenging under his bed for the same weapon he had used to kill a man not too long ago and stashed it in his backpack, before he was off for school.

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Khalil stepped off the bus and walked the short distance left to get to Midwood. Any red shirt wearing individual raising alarm in his head, as he clutched his backpack straps tighter. Though he did not encounter any real T Bloods yet. Once Khalil was on campus, he took the long route around the school to the side entrance. There were no metal detectors unlike in the front, only a security guard to search you. Luckily, this security guard was a long time family friend who went by the name of Kiyan, and often times let Khalil get away with some of his antics in Midwood high. Yet, at the same time he stayed firm with his job causing Khalil to clench his jaw as he approached the entrance, the weight of the gun in his backpack feeling only thirty times heavier as he got near. He hoped to god he would be able to get away with this one.

"Mornin' Steele." Kiyan greeted with a smile to Khalil though his smile began to falter as he took notice of Khalil's beat up face. Khalil nodded to him, " 'Spoppin' Kiyan." his grip on his backpack strap tightening even harder. "Rough night huh?" Kiyan asked not needing to say nothing more as he himself was no stranger to the streets. Khalil nodded "Ain't ever gon be an easy one.. You should see the other I'm uncultured though." Khalil said a bit coldly as Kiyan chuckled, "Well I bet you handled ya bidness Steele, just don't go looking for trouble in the wrong place you hear?" Kiyan said, always trying a little bit to pull Khalil off that dangerous path, yet to no avail. "You got it, in a rush though, meeting up with a fine shorty early in the caf." Khalil lied as he quickly tried to move past Kiyan who then stopped him with his big paw of a hand.

"Hol' on now Steele, you know I gotta search ya bag boy its protocol.. Especially after J Liv." Kiyan said shaking his head with a sigh, as he reached out for Khalil's backpack to check quickly. Khalil gulped, quickly turning away as he spoke fast. "Come on now Kiyan, you know me.. I'd never come to school strapped, plus I don't like the idea of people going through my shit now you know that." Khalil said biting the inside of his lip with hopes it would work. Kiyan just raised a brow and shook his head reaching out for his backpack again "Relax Steele, I won't touch ya damn diary boy. I know you ain't like that it's protocol though." Kiyan said as Khalil grunted, giving up his backpack as he grabbed it.

"Rome ain't that serious, My Gambo's being capped on everyday and ain't nobody wearing shirts for 'em." Some Hispanic boy yelled out to one of the people sporting a Rome T-Shirt, it didn't take long for them to throw insults at each other before it escalated into a full on fist fight. Kiyan glanced behind him, halfway through unzipping the backpack once he saw the fighting begin. He then sighed and tossed the backpack back to Khalil "Hold this and wait here I'll be right back Steele." and with that he rushed off to stop the action shouting a "HEY!" to the fighters.

Khalil let out a sigh of relief as he dodged a major bullet, quickly throwing his backpack on his back and rushing off to homeroom. He'd deal with Kiyan's questioning later, most likely he didn't have to worry about much because he wouldn't suspect anything. Though Khalil had to be grateful for the stupidity of people at Midwood, and how often and easily a fight could break out, saving his ass. Though as Khalil walked he noticed how many people were sporting the R.I.P Rome shirts, Rome being a fairly known kid in Midwood. Being locked up inside for the past couple of days, Khalil had no idea what happened, though the words on the back of the shirts reading Justice for Rome and other things didn't make it hard for Khalil to connect the dots. Looks like the cops had been busy on the murder scene just as Khalil had been. He shook his head, a flash of anger spiraling through his whole body as he thought more about it. Rome wasn't a gang banger or a drug dealer, or anything like that. He was genuinely a good kid, as pure as anyone could be in a filthy place like this. But Khalil was sure to find out more of the story before he would go off on his own rampage, yet rioting wasn't a distant thought in his mind. Partly because, this wasn't the first time this had happened. Hell, Not even a month ago something along the lines of this had happened.

Though as Khalil pushed through the homeroom door, he realized he still had to lay low. For he himself had joined the list of murderers this weekend. Only difference is, they would actually lock him away. Khalil did a quick scan of the room as he entered, his eyes stopping briefly on Celeste as all emotions of the night hit him at once, and just as quickly went away, leaving his hand shaking slightly in his pocket. He wondered, if he didn't love her like he did, if he would have just stuck to his old self and kept things moving after the party. Maybe he wouldn't have ended up putting a bullet through Janai's spine. Then again, Khalil would have found his way behind that gun some way some how sooner or later, it was just a question of when.

Khalil nodded ever so slightly to Kay, Vance and even to Mekai who had no idea that Khalil had the intentions to kill him not even two nights ago. He shook his head, he still felt that jealousy burning in his heart, but he told himself to ignore it. Khalil now had bigger problems on his plate then a hopeless love interest. He then made his way to his seat in the back nearby Miguel and Zay.



He plopped down looking over to his boys one of which wasn't looking to pretty either. He felt a pang of guilt, remembering the scene at the party as Miguel had to run back in to search for his cousin. He shook his head remembering how he saw the cop slam him into the wall and cuff his wrists. Miguel was in no way Khalil's responsibility, and he knew he could handle himself. But that didn't stop him from feeling bad for not looking out for his boy. He should have pulled up to the holding cell with cash ready to bail him out, way before his aunt could find out anything that happened, that's just what homies do. Instead he went on a jealous rampage to his Ex girls house only to get rejected... Again. Oh, and he killed a man.

"You straight?" Khalil asked Miguel as he kept his eyes forward, waiting for the class to begin. Those simple words covered everything he needed to say, from him being sorry for not pulling up to bail him out, to him letting him know that he still got his back and is down to ride for him if he need anything. And he knew Miguel would get the message. Khalil rubbed his Jaw before turning his head slightly over to Zay, nodding in greeting. "I'm tryna spark after school, some things needa be burned out my mind." Khalil said as he returned his gaze forward to the front of the class, his fingers rasping against the desk, trying his best not to let his thoughts wander back to the shot.





He watched as Celeste sat, looking over Mekai's shoulder as he was probably drawing some shit. He wondered what was on her mind, he also wondered how the jealousy he felt for her being so close to him still towered over the feeling of his fear of getting arrested. He thought back on the days, way back in the days when him in Kai used to be the closest of friends. Not one thing the two boys didn't do together. There was times in the summer where Kai's household felt like a second home because he slept over there so much, spent so much time there. But now not even two nights before, Khalil had plotted on murdering him, just like he had Janai. Khalil felt his nail dig into the skin of his palm, his rough skin giving off a sting as he dug harder. Khalil and Kai's friendship was nothing but fake greeting now. Was it even a friendship anymore? And what all had toppled such a strong bond? Was it Celeste? Or was it something bigger then that. Khalil couldn't help but think how pathetic it was that he had let a woman distance himself to someone he believed to be a ride or die. Guess the ride was over.





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William's eyes snapped open at the insistent blaring of the alarm clock alongside his bed, the red glow of its display the only source of light in the darkened room. His hand lashed out once, twice, before finally landing a blow that silenced the machine. He let out a long sigh, laying silent in the bed for a few more blissful moments. The apartment beyond the door of his bedroom was silent, but that was no surprise. Scott rarely got out of bed this early. On this particular morning, that was fine by Will. The two had been tacitly avoiding one another since the he'd gotten home from the party.


His mood had been relatively bright after talking most of the night away with Logan. It reminded him of the way things were back during Summer Break... simple. No worries about who saw them and what they would think, what they would say or the rumors that would emerge. Will had shown up at the apartment still buzzed, weary from the jog. Scott was waiting on him, sitting at the table with his best attempt at a stern fatherly demeanor. There was a time when the mere sight of it would sent a chill down his and Lance's spines... but Scott had lost that right. Instead, Will was simply confused until his adoptive father explained that he'd been awoken by a call from one of his former friends at the NYPD. The officer told him that the cops had seen the Nova near the site of the party and run the plates. He also mentioned the "incident" at the lockup with Rome. William was confused and it didn't take long for that confusion to turn into anger as Scott berated him for being so careless, for putting himself in a "situation like that". The shouting match wasn't far behind. Since then, the two had barely said a word to one another.


Will forced himself into a sitting position before swinging his legs off the bed and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. With another glance at the clock, he stood up and marched toward the heavy bag hanging in the corner of his room. It wasn't long before the sound of his gloved hands thudding into the bag filled his room, punctuated by his shallow breaths. With all that had happened, it seemed like forever since since he'd gone through this routine on the first morning of Senior year. Bed-Stuy didn't need much time to work its magic, though. He finally lowered his fists, catching the bag and leaning into it with a deep sigh. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow and into his eye, the salt stinging. Rubbing the moisture away, he removed the gloves and tossed them haphazardly to the floor before heading to the bathroom to get ready. He dressed simply: a gray button-down, black T-shirt, and blue jeans. After lacing up the dark brown work boots, he grabbed the St. Christopher's medallion from his dresser and dropped it over his neck before grabbing his pack on the way to the kitchen.


The door to Scott's room was shut, with the sound of quiet snoring coming from beyond. Will ignored it, quickly finishing off a bowl of cereal and leaving the apartment. The Nova was waiting on him outside. A few hours after their argument, Scott had gone to retrieve it. Hendrix unlocked the driver's side door, opening it to toss his bag inside before climbing in and firing it up. It never failed to amaze him how the engine somehow managed to sound worse each and every time it came on but still refused to give up the ghost. The drive to school was uneventful -- peaceful, in a somber sort of way. As if the city was allowing them time to mourn Rome's death. Wishful thinking, Will knew. Mercy wasn't in Bed-Stuy's playbook.


Speaking of Rome, it didn't take long after pulling up for Will to see the dozens of tee shirts with Rome's name and picture on them. He paused before getting out, thinking back to the first time he met him. It was sometime last year, shortly before Christmas. Will was seconds away from ending up in a brawl with a group of prospective Ghosts. He didn't remember the slight he'd committed to earn their attention, if any. Just before fists started flying, Rome was there, in the middle of it. Defusing the fight before it could ever begin with the same natural charisma he was known for. Will didn't know why he'd intervened at the time and still didn't. The two never really talked after that, but Rome never gave him grief. Not once. That was enough for William. But he wouldn't be wearing one of those shirts. He hated the fact that Rome was gone, that Bed-Stuy had claimed another victim... but the white son of a former cop trying to show solidarity with a young black man shot by the police? Nothing good could come of it.


Locking up the Nova behind him, Will kept his head down as he marched to homeroom. Stepping inside the class, he glanced around to see who was already there. Moving toward his seat, he ignored everyone save Vance, giving her a slight nod and a meager smile as he passed. Slinging his pack on the ground, William dropped into his desk and leaned back with a sigh.


He was back in the race... the finish line still nowhere in sight.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
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It was all like a dream to her. Everything that happened since the party. The party that would definitely go down in history. So many things happened that night that when Imani recalled the thoughts, she thought it was all just a dream turned nightmare. These are the things Imani remembered from that wild ass night and to where she was now. Sitting in homeroom with her head down and eyes closed.


-Memories Start-


She was walking home from the party after the cops busted it. Everyone scattered like ants while some were unfortunate enough to get arrested. Imani was almost one of the people who were arrested, but luckily she talked her way out of it. She stumbled a bit as she walked home, her head aching from the fight and her body in general just tired. The only thing that caused her to keep on going was the hunger that burned in the pit of her stomach. She had forgotten to eat breakfast and only ate half of a granola bar for lunch. Now it was three o'clock in the morning and the only thing in her system was alcohol and weed. Not much of a meal.


"Shit." she cursed out, watching as people raced by her screaming profanities and flashing their gang colors. Imani decided to pull her hat down to cover her eyes, her head down as she made her way back to her place. Despite all of the commotion that she found herself in, her mind always drifted back to the same thoughts. She bit the inside of her mouth nervously as the building she lived in grew closer and closer. She dug into her shorts pockets and pulled them out, shaking the small bits of weed from them. She stops at her building and looks up at it, looking at the window that lead into her place. "Can't stand here all night." she said under her breath, adjusting her top and jogging up the steps and opening the door. She walked up the stairs that lead to her floor, seeing the all too familiar door with the number '221' on it. She reached up to the top of the door frame and grabbed the key, unlocking the door and putting the key back.


The sound of the tv filled her ears and she let out a loud sigh, taking her hat off and setting it on the table. "Deshawn, didn't I tell you to go to bed at midnight? It's 3 o'clock in the morning. Go on to bed." The sound in her voice was one that wasn't angry but instead exhausted. Her curly honey brown hair fell in her face which she tied into a ponytail. When the shadowed figure stayed in its place, Imani glared and made her way over to him. She grabbed the remote from the table, her back staying turned to him. "I said get your ass to bed." she put down the remote and turned to face him but the face she found sitting there made her want to run.


"Bitch, who the hell do you think you're talking to? That's no way to speak to your daddy." the annoyed look he always wore when he spoke to her made her want to leave. She took in a shaky breath as Master P stood, his broad and tall body easily towering over her own. Master P walked to her and grabbed her chin, making her look up at him. He looked her up and down, an amused look on his face as if she were the special of the day. "Where you been, Mani?" he asked, licking his lips and using his other hand to run down her side.


"No where. Just finding new customers like you want." she spat out, not really in the mood for his games. Imani refused to look at him, flinching under his touch and almost growling at him. Master P's hand stopped when he noticed her not looking at him and he pinched her cheeks together. "Oh yeah, did you make any money?" he asked, his eyes squinting into a glare. He brought her closer to him, his nose burying into her hair as he smelled it. He let out an "ahh" when he pulled away, grinning at her. "You smell like booze and weed." he said, snapping her head to the side and looking at her neck. He stuck his tongue out and licked up her neck starting at her shoulder.


"Tell me how you made me any money tonight, Mani." he whispered into her ear, causing her to ball her fist up. "I told you, I found new customers." she said, her voice strained and her eyes closing. Master P nodded and moved his hand to her hair and grabbed a good handful, pulling her head back. Imani closed her eyes and yelped out in pain, looking at him.


"Don't fucking lie to me, Mani. I know you went out to a damn party. You know I have people. You go out dressed like this and come back with no money for me? Did you think I was that fucking stupid? Huh? Get on your knees." he said, throwing her down and causing Imani to hit her head on the arm of the couch. She let out a groan and held her head, rubbing on it. There was a swift kick to her side and her head being pulled back again. Imani grabbed at his hands and whined, causing Master P to laugh. "Just do your job and shut your mouth." he whispered into her ear. Imani looked back at him and for some ungodly reason she decided to fire back.


"Go to hell." she growled out. This proved to go against her favor, however, when his heavy hand made contact with her jaw. Imani let out a painful yell, holding her jaw and fell to the ground when he let go of her. "You wanna act tough? Bitch you ain't nothing but a lil bitch. I'll put you in your damn place." Imani could hear a door open and saw Ronan's head pop out with Deshawn's quickly. Tears filled her eyes as Ronan tried to come to her aid, but Deshawn stopped him, pulling him back into the room. She could hear Ronan protesting and Deshawn telling him to be quiet and go back to sleep. The boys knew to not get in the way after they tried one night and Master P ended up hitting Deshawn. Luckily, Imani jumped on Master P which gave the boys time to get into their room and lock the door. From that day on, the boys were not allowed to come out of their room until the next morning.


5:32 a.m.


Numb. That's what she was feeling right now. She didn't feel pain, she didn't feel anger, she didn't even feel hatred. All she could feel was numb. The pain stopped hours ago and now she was just like a punching bag. She stopped moving but her breathing was still there. Imani's eyes closed and opened to see Master P still hovering over her. The sweat ran down his face. The look of no concern what so ever. The grin that told her he enjoyed everything he was doing and he wasn't going to stop there. As much as she should feel hatred for him, all she felt was numb. 


6:40 a.m. 


Cold. Her body was cold and shaking. She didn't know when he stopped or when he left, she just knew she was cold. With the strength she had left, she slowly stood. Her frail arms wrapped around her bare shoulders. This was when the pain kicked back in. Everything ached from the ends of her hair to the tips of her toes. Slowly, she made her way to the bathroom, the look of pain apparent all over her face. When she finally reached the bathroom, she turned the lights on and for the first time since she got ready for the party, she saw her reflection. Her fingertips came up to touch on her eyes, the swelling was bad but not the worst she had ever had. She had bruises along her jaw and a cut on her lip. Dry blood from her nose trailed down to her lips. She then looked at her neck where bruised hand prints decorated down to her collarbone. She wished that these were all the wounds she had, but she knew better than that. Her wrists had the same bruises as her neck and even a few scratches on her knuckles where she tried to fight back. There was a big ugly bruise coming in on her side where she had been kicked multiple times. She wasn't positive if she had a broken rib but she was pretty sure she did. Her thighs had heavy bruising and down her leg were scratches. As her eyes came back up to look at her reflection, she saw that tears were falling from her eyes. She wasn't aware it was even happening. She used the back of her hand to carefully wipe away the tears. Imani then did what she usually did when this happened. She closed the bathroom door quietly and locked it then went to the bathtub and began to fill it with warm water. She watched the water fill the tub and got in once it was to her liking. Carefully, she sat down in the water and grabbed the soap and washcloth. With that, she began to clean herself. She carefully washed the cuts and used the steam to help the swelling of her eyes. Imani's mind was blank and even if she wasn't aware of it, she was crying. Not because she felt bad for herself, but because this was a normal routine for her. 


7:30 a.m. 


The sound of the microwave and Anthony poking her side pulled Imani from her silent trance. Imani opened the microwave and carefully took out the bowl of oatmeal. She sat it on the counter and saw all three boys looking at her. "What?" she asked them, her brow raised as she put a spoon in the bowl and pushed it toward Deshawn. "Why are you wearing so much make up? And long sleeves and jeans? It's summer." Anthony asked and Imani flinched a bit. She forgot Anthony was a hard sleeper. When he was out, he was out and nothing woke him up. Deshawn looked at her and then to Anthony. "Man, stop being so nosey. She can do what she wants." he said and Anthony rolled his eyes. 


"But it's weird." Anthony added, grabbing his bowl and then his backpack. "Yeah, she's a girl. She's supposed to be weird, remember?" Deshawn said and hit Anthony in the back of the head. Anthony hissed at his older brother and rubbed the back of his head. Imani smiled a bit and turned to grab her own things. As she saw down to put her shoes on, Ronan came up to her and handed her his bowl. He put his hands on her cheeks and kissed her happily. Imani smiled and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around him and picking him up. She put his bowl on the table and hugged him close to her. She pulled away and looked at him to see his bright white smile. His bright carefree smile made tears come to her eyes. He was the reason she did this. The reason she was still breathing and the strength to endure more that this hellish life had to throw at her. She did it for him. She did it so he would never have to experience anything like she was going through. He didn't deserve it. He was so much better than she was at the age of 3. Without her realizing, his small hand came up and wiped away her tears but his bright was still there. The way he was looking at her wasn't with hatred but with admiration. "Beautiful mama." he said and for the umpteenth time since the day he was born, he broke her heart. 


8:00 a.m. 


Imani checked herself in the mirror yet again. She was wearing a hat with her hair down as to not draw attention to the bruises. She also had on a pair of sunglasses and a faded bandana around her neck to hide the ones around her neck. Sure it was hot as hell but she'd rather sweat than have people ask her a million questions about what happened to her. She'd rather not talk about it. 


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She was late. Again. She still walked into homeroom though. She looked to see that seats were packed. She bit her lip and opted for a seat at the front near the door for an easy and fast escape. She had heard talk about what happened after the cops came to the party and busted it. She felt truly bad for the boy and even Miguel whom she didn't even see eye to eye with. But she knew better. She knew better than to try and talk to others when something tragic like this happened. No matter how much you meant it, the person only heard empty words. So, Imani kept her eyes forward, fiddling with the ends of her sleeves. The tapping of heels came to her desk and she looked up at them through her glasses to see the teacher with her arms folded over her chest. "Take off the sunglasses." she told her and Imani shook her head. "No." she said, barely above a whisper. Her throat was sore from the event plus her fight she had gotten into earlier in the night. 


"What was that, Miss East?" the teacher asked and bent down so she could hear Imani better. Imani sighed and repeated herself. "No." 


"And why not?" she asked her and Imani squinted. She looked to the side and took off her shades to reveal her swollen and bruised eyes that even with enough make up were still the same. The teacher's face went from confused to pity and she nodded, telling the girl to put the shades back on.


-Memories End-


The sound of murmurs  in the room made Imani uncomfortable as she sat back up and moved her curls from her neck. She didn’t bother to turn around and take a look around to see if her friends were here. She knew. Logan usually never skipped unless it was with her. Zay hadn’t been there on the first day of school but if he was there, he’d find her. Her friends usually did. Now, she was just waiting for the bell to ring and break the painful "talking" they were supposed to be doing about Rome. Imani always thought such conversations were ridiculous. What was the point? For people to confide in their teachers and cry like babies? That wasn't how these streets worked. In these streets it was kill or be killed. Revenge over justice. All talking about what happened to Rome would cause nothing but a frenzy. Like feeding a room full of hungry sharks a bleeding seal. 


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It wouldn’t take too long for another body to finally make its way into the classroom.


Logan walked in as she usually did though for once the young woman would be silent. Just like many of the others in the school, she wore a shirt that had Rome’s face on it, the words ‘Rest In Peace’ laid out on top of it. The bottom of the shirt would be tucked into her high-waisted jeans, a small black flag pin sticking to it just how she wanted. Circular, black glasses would take up her whole face, leaving only the hardened frown that seemed to switch to a snarl every so often, a wrinkled nose, and furrowed eyebrows. It wasn’t much 'for show' this time as she usually did with her accessories. But this time it was to hide her red, puffy eyes.


It hadn’t been a very good time for her after the party with the drinking and fighting but the 'after party' had been splendid. Her walk with Will and the conversation they held with one another had been absolutely amazing. If there was anyone at that party she would have chose to run away with it was always going to be him. He’d kept her entertained as they walked the dark and suspicious streets- not just with the teasing but with the more somber topics they’d come across. A conversation with him was always intellectual and Logan always left them feeling enlightened in some way. That night would have been no different except for when reality finally hit her.


Finding out her cousin was in jail was nerve wracking enough. Immediately, Logan began making plans to protest and fight the police over the freedom for her cousin and the rest of them in there (but mainly her cousin). She’d began pulling out the research she’d kept for moments like this, rehearsing everything she was going to say over and over again until she’d see him soon after back home and injured. She’d been worried, trying to get him to go to the hospital but he refused it in a not so polite way before shutting himself away from them. Logan had tried to get him to open up but he seemed to be the most vicious with her. So she left him alone though she still kept close just in case. It would be after that she’d find out about Rome.


She was absolutely devastated by what happened and spent a long time crying her eyes out because of it. But no later would Logan finally become one with her opinions over the death and the rage that carried it. She’d immediately begin making plans for protests, going from door to door for support for not only the supplies needed when she’d storm the police department but any donations that could go to Rome’s family. It had been mere hours and already Logan was ready, her followers in the Black Student Union standing right beside her in solidarity as they’d done so many times before. But school was school and her grades still needed to be at the top. The fight could come last.


Her eyes would flicker around the room, a frown coming to her face at the sight of Celeste wearing usual clothes. She was sure Celeste would be one of the people who’d do something in response for Rome. A t-shirt, something black, anything. But to see her the way she was?


‘… Maybe they weren’t friends… Just leave it at that.’ Logan thought to herself walking right past her. Will would come into her view next and a flash of anger would be unleashed inside her.


He was probably happy about the death of their fellow student. Just another one for him not to worry about. Hell, he probably was siding with the police on this one. That inconsiderate piece of sh-


‘Stop it, Lo. You don’t know a damn thing about what’s going in his mind.’ Logan scolded herself, feeling slight shame at being so quick to judge him as though she knew every single thought of his. ‘It makes sense for him to not be wearing a shirt… It would only make it worse for himself… I hope that’s the reason why.’


She would walk past him, only flashing the tiniest of smiles in his direction. Immediately her response would be to sit beside her cousin despite the fact that he was with Khalil and Zay. Miguel, of course, seemed to hate her guts a the moment and her sitting beside him probably wouldn’t be the best idea but she didn’t care. She wanted to make sure he was okay. What would stop her, however, was the sight of her best friend.


Immediately, her path would change and she’d swoop in to sit beside Imani, taking her glasses off to reveal a worried face. She probably made it look worse with her puffy eyes but that didn’t matter right now. What truly mattered was what was going on with Imani and whether or not she’d be able to make it through not only the classes for the day but whatever problem it was. The young woman wouldn’t speak, knowing better than to bring even more attention to the girl but she would take Imani’s hand in hers, intertwining their fingers and giving it a gentle squeeze. 


That squeeze would let Imani know that Logan was there. She wanted to know what was happening and what she would be able to do to help her friend. She’d watch her friend closely and when Imani finally looked up at her, she’d give a solemn nod and tiny smile.


It may have been bad now, but soon… Hopefully, everything would be okay.

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Sleep was a coping method for Mari. Well, it never did anything to help the problem at hand but for that brief eight hours, she’d forget whatever it is. She’d sleep off breakups, sleep off anxiety attacks, sleep of anything and everything that bothered her. No wonder she woke up late the day after Rome’s murder. It was an idyllic little scene Mari had going on. She was sprawled across her back on the bed, the annoyingly tight clothes from last night’s party clinging to her, and soaking up the meager rays of sunshine that came through the window. The alarm clock next to her rattled incessantly, getting louder and louder by the second, and once it reached an ear splitting pitch, she finally noticed. Mari sat up and yawned before stretching, pausing to sneeze, and getting up. Her dark eyes opened slowly, filled with pure annoyance, locating the alarm. She repeatedly whacked it before throwing it against the wall and falling back into bed. Absolutely idyllic.


Mari slept for about an hour before getting up again, this time, a little more pissd off at the world. Her mom, tia Raina and little cousin Ana were off to visit someone who had a baby and for a small, small, small amount of time, the apartment was Mari’s. She relished the extra two minutes of hot water in the shower, a result of being first. Marietta simply stood there, staring at the tile wall in confusion. Everything was so slow today. She was aware of how much time was eaten up but she didn't even care. Eventually, the water became cold enough to freeze the skin on her back and she stepped out to finish the rest of her routine. Mari’s skin, freckles and all, was kept smooth and goldenly by a mix of creams and oils, most presented by Celeste. Her makeup was going to be simple, cover the dots and go, but again, everything was slow. She had all the time in the goddamn world, didn’t she ? Well, she had the guaranteed two seconds before she ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time and her pretty little face got plastered on a t-shirt.


Ever since she moved to Bed-Stuy, Mari tried to stay away from all black outfits. All her studs, hoodies and faded grey clothing went into one pile and the more colorful and less “smoking under the bleachers with Curt during the pep rally” clothing in the other. Still, she would allow herself a cheat day. Marietta wore black jeans with random slits cut through, a tight black t-shirt with the name of some obscure band written on it and a massive black hoodie that swallowed up her slender frame. Hmm. With the makeup and all black outfit, she looked like she did before Bed-Stuy...Mari didn’t know whether that was good or bad. Saving the pondering for the trip to school, Mari smeared jelly over a slice of bread and made her way to school.


Mari plodded towards the classroom, still in slow motion. But once she got there ? It felt like everything was going faster than normal. Rome, the party, the fight, Miguel-Miguel. Her eyes immediately flitted towards the tattooed male, not taking in who was alongside him. In the blink of an eye, she was in front of him, pink lips already open to pour out words of concern. Nothing came out. What could she say to him ? How should she say it ? Her hand reached out to touch his shoulder reassuringly, her dark eyes trained on his. Letting the touch speak for her, Marietta took a step back and became aware of the other inhabitants of the room. Khalil was on one side of Miguel, she greeted him with a cold glance, and of all fucking people, Zay was on the other. She could feel her temper flaring by just being near him. What happened with Zay was never going to happen again and being near him just brought up memories. Next was Celeste and Kay. She could hear the panic and Kay’s voice and winced. He didn't know, did he ? Shooting them both a meaningful, ‘we can talk later’ look, Mari searched for one other person. Finally, there was Vance, her protector. If anything went wrong, she knew to come to Marietta’s house and she never showed up last night so things couldn't've been that bad. That didn’t stop Mari coming up to her and interlacing their fingers, speaking in soft, quiet Portuguese.


“Você está bem ? Algo aconteceu com você ?” *Are you okay ? Did anything happen to you ?”


interactions~Migue// @JujuBee//Vance// @T I R E D + P R I N C E//Celeste// @Aster Sapphire


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Vance quietly watched as people came into the homeroom. She seen Kay walked through those doors and sighed in relief so he was ok, she thought but she watched as he ran up to Celeste freaked out and she freezes. Didn't he know it was Rome who died? She closes her eyes and sighed sadly. She wanted to come up to comfort him and show support but she knew it wasn't a good idea. Not with Celeste right up there. With that girl, there was worry because she might just say something to pissed her off. This isn't the day to start that shit, nor was it ever. She just gonna stay out that girl way and surprisingly hope for the best. She then sees Khalil come in, noticing that he was still thinking about what happen those hours he went missing. She saw hm nod at her and she slightly nods back. Vance wasn't in the mood for this shit, he knew that whatever the problem was he could talk to her but he hasn't so she kept her mouth shut. She had an idea what happened,  seeing the scene on the streets she had walked past of but she didn't want to believe it until she talked to Khalil. Will was next to show up, and she noticed that he was a bit quieter and that was a good thing.
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Kids at school are gonna be ruthless after Rome and with Will being an ex-cop son, it wasn't gonna be good and she will be watching just in case one of them go after Will but the less attention he brings to himself. The less danger he was in. He gives her a small smile and a nod. She nods back quietly, making sure he knew that she had his back. Imani was next, as soon as she saw the eyeglasses she knew something had gone down. It was too long ago that she was sporting sunglasses to hide black eyes from her family, so she wasn't fooled by the girl but she wouldn't say anything. If she didn't wanna talk, it wasn't her job to make her. Hopefully, Logan would get to her before it's too late. Talking about Logan, she was the one to pop up next. Vance smirks, she probably already had a protest scheduled after school. She won't partake in it but she'll show support for it. She saw as she went to Imani and she let her eyes leave them knowing that Logan would handle her. She looked down, reading trying not to run out of class and go straight to Mari's house. Why hadn't she show up yet?
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She was on her second page of the chapter she was in when she felt someone softly touch her hand interlacing them softly, Vance looked at the person and sighed in relief when she saw it was Mari. She looked around, not believing that Mari was acknowledging her in public space. She hears Mari asked her in her native tongue, Portuguese. “Você está bem? Algo aconteceu com você ?” 
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Vance frowns as she felt the bruises on her stomach throb softly, she knew that she couldn't lie to Mari. Mari knew her so well that even if she lied really well, Mar would know it wasn't true. So she just went with the truth and started to quietly response back in Portuguese, a language that she learned throughout the years with Mar's family and books "Na verdade, minha irmã me pegou na festa, ela tem um bom casal bate em meu estômago. Eu teria ido direto para você, mas a polícia apareceu e eu tive que tirar Khalil e eu de lá. Empurrei um pouco demais e quando paramos." She said softly to her squeezing her hand as she mentions her sister and the beating she got. She sighed as she gets to the part, she knew that Mari wouldn't like "Eu desmoronei, então eu não poderia ir para sua casa, mas
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euposso hoje? Então você pode verificar os contusões porque eles meio machucaram menina" 
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Now she waits for Mar to get all that info into her system as she looked at her softly smiling because she knew that Mari was safe with her. 
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“Você está bem ? Algo aconteceu com você ?”
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-> Are you okay ? Did anything happen to you ?
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Na verdade, minha irmã me pegou na festa, ela conseguiu um bom casal em meu estômago. Eu teria ido direto para você, mas a polícia apareceu e eu tive que tirar Khalil e eu de lá. Empurrei um pouco demais e quando paramos. Eu desmoronei, então eu não poderia ir para sua casa, mas posso eu hoje? Então você pode verificar os contusões porque eles meio machucaram menina.
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-> Not really, my sister got me at the party, she got a couple good hits in at my stomach. I would have gone to you straight but then the cops showed up and I had to get Khalil and me out of there. I pushed it a little too hard and when we stopped. I collapsed, so I couldn't go to your house but can I today? So you can check the bruises because they kinda hurt baby
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George Caprioti watched with his beady eyes as each hoodlum began to pile into the dingy classroom. His wrinkled finger rasping against the old wood desk, giving a half-assed smile to every kid who entered. Each kid that walked in with an R.I.P Rome T-shirt gained a clearing of the throat from cap along with the adjustment of his tie, it was clear the old teacher was uncomfortable. This whole Rome thing was preposterous to Caprioti, it wasn't the first kid who provoked a cop and sure as hell wouldn't be the last. Administration had to know that trying to get it through the minds of these kids that the cop had a purpose was impossible. The whole talking it out thing with your homeroom teacher was a waste of his time, as well as theirs. Nevertheless, it was his responsibility as a professor to carry out his duties. And each angry face that stomped into his homeroom proved that it would be a difficult task in whole.


 


The final bell rung signaling all students should be in their classroom, though Caprioti allowed an extra couple of minutes for any stragglers that would enter the classroom, as well as to prepare himself for the ignorance that was about to be spread among the class. He waited, allowing their little side conversations to continue for a little longer before he knew there was no more time to be wasted. He slowly stood from the rolling chair, adjusting his suit once more as he cleared his throat placing that same wrinkled finger on the desk as he waited for the classrooms attention. He cleared his throat once more as the previous attempt was pointless, the classrooms side conversation and somber tone clouding over anything he had to say. His final attempt for attention failed before he called out to the classroom. 


 


"EXCUUUUSE me."


 


He shouted out over the clamor of the crowd, straining his first word as people slowly began to turn to him, their violent eyes finally on him. "Thank you.. Good morning everyone." He said nodding his head formally to the class "The lot of you look like you've been through a war!" He joked with a slow chuckle at the amount of students in the room who were banged up or sporting a sad face. Crickets were his primary response. "Well... Today we are gathered here to.. Communicate with each other, the emotions we may be feeling towards the death of Rome Jackson." He said a struggle to find the proper words as he spoke. One wrong word could trigger the violent kids in this classroom, and he didn't want to end up like Brian the security guard so early in the year. "As most of you may have known, Rome has.. Passed away after a er.. Misunderstanding if you will with the Police." He said choosing his words carefully as some people already began to suck their teeth. "So we are gathered now to voice our emotions, rather then let them get into a violent dispute that can be prevented. Because we must always remember that violence is not the answ-"


 


"Aw yes the hell it is.. If it ain't then why Rome lying dead with one in his chest? Fuck voicing my emotions in this classroom gon do for me or anybody in this damn school. That ain't gon stop the pigs from slammin' my ass on the concrete and searching me down like every I'm uncultured in Brooklyn supposed to have a brick on 'em. And you would never understand that, that's why you standing here looking at us all, waiting for one of us to jump like the dogs you think we are, just fake carin'. Deep down you hope the pound put another one of us out. One less I'm Uncultured to fret about ain't it cap?" Khalil spoke out from the back of the class, some of the strength coming back to his voice as passion and venom dripped into every word in his sentence. 


 


Caprioti just shook his head, mentally rolling his eyes as this was the exact response he expected to hear. It came at no surprise to him that someone like Khalil was saying it too. It always perplexed him how someone like Khalil who got into as much trouble as he did could ever get angry at a cop for being forceful with him, especially on one of his violent rampages. "You see Khalil, that is exactly why things like this are becoming a cycle. To what do you believe you are entitled too? Breaking the law gives way to enforcement. How can you blame a cop for doing their job? Are they just supposed to be gentle with the criminal based on the color of their skin? Rome was in a holding cell for a reason. Does anyone have any peaceful thoughts on this situation?" He asked looking towards the rest of the classroom hoping for a better response then Khalil's. 


@JujuBee @lonecoyote @Aster Sapphire @kairos ali @T I R E D + P R I N C E @Safton @TheUnspokenGodess @AkuTheWolfOkami


 

 

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When Khalil took his seat and completed the main squad Zay snapped out of the trance he had found himself in. He realized Miguel was there and not looking too happy, and could only manage to sigh before nodding his head to him. He had his back, and if he needed to put in some work he'd be down. When Khalil asked him if he wanted to spark later, he could only smirk,"Already. I'm with it."
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He readjusted himself and watched a few other people march into the class. Will was one and the tension around him seemed thick. Artificial, but thick. Not something that Zay wanted to touch with a ten-foot poll. Then his eyes fell on Imani not too surewhen she had come in with her shades on, and not speaking. They didn't link up this morning and she ain't say nothing to him, that was odd. Yet he shrugged it off because she wasn't going to bed without talking to him. Then Logan followed and eventually made her way to Imani and comforted her. This had the opposite effect that he thought it would as it only made him more concerned and he debated getting off his ass going to her until a certain someone walked in.
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Mari had managed to traverse through the classroom and stand in front of Miguel. This had cause a short spike of anger and a balled up fist, before he slumped in his chair sucking the air between his teeth loudly. Of course Saruh had kept her eyes focused on this situation ever since Mari walked in and from the other side of the classroom yelled out,"HA!" 
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Came the death stare from Zay over to his little sister before Caprioti made his way into class and he straightened up a bit. Normally he would not give a FUCK about this pasty ass dude, but because he was out of the know and starting to feel uncomfortable about being ignorant to everything (especially considering the RIP shirts) he listened. 
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He was putting the pieces alt together. Rome had been detained and was shot by a cop....in a holding cell?
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Zay had become confused for a second and could only offer this look..
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He took a moment looking around seeing if Khalil would speak again before deciding to say something...
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"HOLD ON SHAWTY. Let me git' this one straight. First of all, my n--ga gets locked up. Then he's in a holdin' cell, and gets shot IN A FUCKING HOLDIN CELL? How y'all new yawk ni--gas say it? YOU BUGGIN' B. Ain't no damn way he deserved that shit. It's a whole police station of muhfuckers and a muhfucker in a holdin cell proposed enough of a threat to get shot? And fuck you mean he was in a holding cell for a reason? You think every muhfucker that end up in a holding cell there because they bad? You think we animals huh? And if we don't act the way you think we sposed' to, we get locked up and if we don't cooperate then we gotta die. You wylin' folk, on Hoover y'all wylin. You stupid G. 12 shootin' n--gas for nothing and we here talkin' bout emotion. Fuck you, how bou dah shit folk."
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Mekai didn't bother to look up each time the doors of his classroom opened and closed. It would just be another student face filled with a mixture of anger sadness and confusion on the death of Rome and looking into their eyes wouldn't make him feel any better about what happened. It was crazy how things just changed in an instant, how every time you found an ounce of happiness it was stripped right in front of you. His finger glided along his canvas, pressure here and there as he glanced up once to see Cap adjusting his tie as he fidgeted behind his desk. Pussy. Why take a job where you felt unsafe? Why put yourself in apposition where you constantly pull the short end of the stick? It make no sense to Mekai but then again it wasn't him so he could hardly care. A soft voice made him stop from sketching and see Celeste standing next to his desk before taking a seat next to him. His brown eyes moved over her before he let a ghost smile trace over his lips and then look back down at what he was drawing. Mekai didn't think there needed any words to be said, they both found out the news about Rome and it was needless to say they were both pissed and sad about the situation.
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Still he felt his fingers tighten against the pencil before releasing a shallow breath and looking back over at Celeste, " How you holdin' up" He didn't mind the silence but he also in a way felt anxious. Leaning back into the seat he rotated his neck slowly before watching Celeste begin to trace as well. Art was something that he was good at and it worked when he needed an escape, one being right now because for some reason he kept finding hell in a place that was suppose to bring you a bright future and endless possibilities. One by one hid classmates followed in, either wearing a rest in peace Rome shirt or black with the exempt of the few students who didn't know him prior the death. Mekai did look up at one person in particular. Khalil. It was weird how shit changed between the two in a matter of weeks. There was one point in time when they were closer than close, him, Khalil and Miguel were the homies and now Mekai felt this unspoken tension between the two of them.
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After a moment he looked back down at his sketch attempting to busy himself until the bell rung but Mr. Cap himself found himself digging a hole in mentioning Rome's death and even more so of justifying the cops killing. Pencil not moving he starred directly at Cap watching as some of his fellow classmates voiced their options, once of which being Khalil and Zay. Mr. Cap seemed to be desperate in attempts to diffuse the situation he brought to light and Mekai found mere amusement. " I think your full of shit if you're trying to justify anything that cop did was right. What the hell was Rome gonna do? Hug the man to death? The cop felt threatened is what you were gonna say because I don't see how that's possible when he was the one with the taser and gun". Mekai clenched his jaw before clicking his tongue against his teeth. " You don't know shit so don't try to reason with us like you do".
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"I'm hanging in there. Gotta keep ya head up, you know?" Celeste replies to Mekai. She swallows, not bothering to create more conversation. She'd come to learn how to welcome uncomfortable silence like an old friend. It'd become more common in the past few days than she would have liked it to. She distracts herself with whatever she can, Mekai's drawing, the crude graffiti on her desk, her hair. Anything. The menial task almost manage to distract her from reality long enough for her to feel some form of peace but then he comes in. She didn't hear him or even see him as crazy as it sounds she swears that she felt it when Khalil walked into the room. 


There were a lot of emotions Celeste had come to associate with Khalil since their break up. She expects her body to twinge with anger and her heart to sink ever so slightly, weighed down by anchors of regret and sadness. But the one thing she never thought she would feel, the one thing she never thought he would be able to instill in her:


Fear. 


Her eyes meet his as he enters the room, and for a split second she wants nothing more than to be anywhere else but in the same room with him. All she can see is the barrel of the gun she'd been staring down a few nights prior. Just like that night, her entire body froze as if someone had flipped  switch on her to make her shut down. Her gaze followed him to his seat, her eye twitching slightly as he nods to Mekai. Her long nails tap on the table as her teeth grind. She'd yet to decide whether or not she should tell Mekai about what  


It wasn't until Kay entered the room that Celeste managed to tear her eyes away from Mekai's paper. The inside of her grew cold as she swallows thickly. She hated seeing him like this. The Kay she'd known for so long was the one you hung around when you trying to get rid of your frown. He was the one that got along with everybody. The one who could kick it with you no matter who you were. He hadn't even known...


Celeste hadn't been close to Rome at all but she couldn't what this was like for those who had been. She couldn't imagine it; not knowing your friend was dead until everyone was gathered in homeroom to talk about it. She met his eyes and just gives a solemn shake of her head as she places her hand on his arm and shakes her head. "Mwen dezole..." She replies in hr mother tongue, placing a hand on his arm and giving it a gentle squeeze for comfort. Again, she didn't know what to say. She'd been in the position everyone else was in before. A loved one under a sheet or in a box six feet under. It was rare that other people's words could ever do much to sooth her. Her hand remained on Kay's arm as Mari came in. She looks up to give her a smile but the first thing she did was go to Miguel's desk. 

That wasn't out of the ordinary at all. From the looks of it, if there was anyone who could could approach Miguel right now and not get their head bitten off, it was Mari. She waits for Mari to come back to seat Celeste had saved for her but to her surprise, it's Vance that Mari goes to next. Celeste's brow knits slightly in confusion as she watches the exchange between them. She'd never known the two of them be friends, or even acquaintances for that matter, yet they seemed to be talking to each other like they;d been friends for years. Her thoughts are interrupted as Mr. C walks in. Her eyes almost roll to the back of her head as she sighs, before he even says anything. But that's just the kind of person Mr. C is. The one who can piss you off just by appearing. She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes at him, glaring daggers as she waits for him to speak and ignite the classroom, and sure enough that's exactly what he does. 


The somewhat calm demeanor she's been clinging to, immediately abandons her the moment he opens his mouth. She feels everything inside of boil over, the bottom of her palm stinging as she slaps her desk in protest. She hadn't known Rome, but she wasn't going to stand for what this man was saying.


"Entitlement?!" She exclaims. "So what? It's an entitlement for the people who are supposed to protect us to actually protect us?! It's an entitlement to have actual COPS who know what they're doing and not these this trigger happy crackers we got? Get the fuck out of here with that shit!  Ain't no body saying we wanna get off easy for breaking the law, we saying that we don't to get shot down in a HOLDING CELL and then have crusty white fuckers like you say we deserve it. You wouldn't be saying that if it was YOUR son who went into a holding cell and didn't come out."

 
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@Kingly
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@TheUnspokenGodess
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[JujuBee]

One by one,  everyone would file into the room and Miguel wouldn’t bother trying to acknowledge any of them. Though to be honest, he’d been a lot more occupied with his thoughts than actually trying to see who was coming in. He’d seen these kids enough times to know who was in the classroom. The only noticeable thing was all of the shirts for the fallen teen. The sight of Rome laying there flashed through his mind and for a moment, Miguel tensed up. Rome hadn’t been the first dead body but there was no reason for him to be dead. 


Though if Miguel were, to be honest, the shirts and everything around him was slightly annoying. So many students from the school had died. Miguel stopped trying to keep track after his sophomore year. It made him wonder what made Rome so special.


‘It’s because he was in the wrong place at the wrong time…’ He’d think to himself, letting his thumb caress the warming necklace wrapped in his hand. ‘He was a good kid. One that had no business being in that cell.’


But he was in that cell. He’d been killed because of it. 


Voices would seem to increase in volume and Miguel would momentarily notice Khalil sauntering in as he usually did. There would be no usual greeting however as Miguel picked up that not everything was okay with him either. He would ask him later what was going on, no need to do it now. He wouldn’t glance at him, simply nodding his head in response. “Straight.”


Miguel would go back to tapping his desk with one hand and clenching the necklace in the other. It seemed to rile him up yet at the same time keep him cool and collected. The necklace in his hand reminded him that his grandmother was watching. He didn’t want to disappoint her and the next person to brave speaking to him, let alone walking up to him would be Mari. For a moment Miguel wondered if that was his grandmother’s way of telling him to calm down. He would pretend it was.


His face would soften at the sight of her in front of him yet he wouldn’t open his mouth to speak. With her, he never had to. So he would simply send her half of a smile when she touched his shoulders, letting his eyes stay connected to hers. He was tempted to take her hand in his and give it a kiss but decided against it as his hand was still just a bit shaky and he didn’t wish to worry her any more than he probably was. He would instead make a mental note to try and get some alone time with her either during school or afterward. He needed to vent and as of right now, she was the top contender for the listener spot.


A flutter of something that wasn’t negative would cross over him and for a moment he’d find himself calming down just a bit. But leave it to Cap to ruin it. Miguel would listen to the mess of words the older man would say, his jaw clenching more and more. His tapping would become dull thumps from a clenched fist as his eyes bore into the man standing at the front of the desk. The others seemed to immediately retaliate but Miguel knew the man wouldn’t understand their perspective nor would he would respect it.


So why should they respect him? What the fuck was he doing for them. What the fuck was he entitled too? Miguel wouldn’t call out as the others did, he would simply stare at the man. His anger was getting worse and what had once been something he could handle seemed to wash over him in waves.


“Cap needs to shut the fuck up…” Miguel would growl, leaning forward on his desk as his good foot began to tap on the floor. “Now.”

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When Celeste finally responded to him, shaking her head he felt coldness cover his body. He felt like time stopped and his body was dumped into the arctic. "Dezole?" he questioned as he sniffled a bit. Rome wasn't close to him like he was with Celeste, but if he had to choose someone to hang out with Rome would have been at the top of the list. He found a particular bond with him since they were both athletes. "Non....non...." he muttered mostly to himself,"Mwen regret sa. te dwe fe twe gen." (I'm sorry, I should have been there.)
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He loosened himself of her grip and sat in a desk next to her as everyone else had walked in. His usually smiling self had zero signs of life, and he closed his eyes trying to keep himself from tearing up. No matter how many people he lost that was close to him, he'd never gotten used to it. He wasn't like everyone else here. Sure, he wasn't the only international student, but he was probably the only one with a dual citizenship and neither was American (Haitian/Canadian.) He'd never lived in poverty in Montreal. No, Montreal was not the safest city in the world, but he had never lost a friend due to police brutality, gang violence, or just random acts of violence until he had come to America. Montreal was racist too, that is not to be mistaken, especially from those French natives that inhabited Quebec (the transplant Canadians were far less judgmental than the French descendants), but still...he never dealt with anything like this.
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The weight of the world started to feel a little heavier as each day passed. When he graduated he would be faced with a slew of decisions. He wasn't a citizen, and only reason he was allowed to stay here was because his parents had obtained permanent visas a couple of years ago. As a minor, this meant the process for him to have one wasn't a complicated one. But when he graduated, he would not be dependent and have to apply for his own visa. This process would be made easier if he went to college, which he had a stack of scholarship offers for Hockey and Baseball on dresser. His parents wanted him to go to school, so he'd always have something to fall back on. But what about money? He had been invited to represent Team Canada for the world Juniors tournament in December. That was during the school break, but it meant he'd miss christmas, new year's and a lot of other things. Considering this could be his last time ever with these people, he wasn't sure he wanted to. But, he was going to be the starter and usually good play came with a High Draft position at only 18! He would achieve his goal.....
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Yet, at this point. He wasn't sure he'd even make it out of good old Bedford Stuyvesant. They were killing the good ones. Rome was a good one. They didn't see his accolades, all they saw was his skin color. It didn't matter that English was the third language Kay learned, that he was a star Hockey player, that he was a 3.5 student. All they saw was his brown skin color. He could have been Rome. 
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What's worse on top of this he had his family issues too. Most importantly was his sexuality which he still wasn't even sure about himself. He knew he liked women....he still lusts after them as they walk-by (Mari being one of the culprits) and he still wished he was with Celeste. He didn't find it fair to be with her until he figured himself out...but that ended up with her messing with Khalil which....haha...He was attracted to men physically, but he never developed any romantic feelings towards a man. Maybe he was just a rabbit and liked to fuck everything he sees? It was odd, and he couldn't figure it out nor could he come out...not even to his family. So it just meant he had to figure it out on his own which was complicated when he barely had free time to even breathe.
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His thoughts were broken when Cap came into the room. He listened to every last word he said, then Khalil, then Zay, then Kai, then Celeste and finally Miguel. His eyes had teared up again at this point, and his stomach was nauseous. He felt like he had to throw up...this was bizarro world.
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"Are you sevious?" Kay questioned weakly, his French/Haitian accent coming out strong as tended to do when he was emotion,"Vhet? Really, Vhet? Are you fucking serious...." he wiped a tear from his cheek...his cursing was a little out of character but he had been pushed," Rome wasn't no worse than me. And I couldn't hurt a fly. And you're trying to convince me...whatever the cop did in that holding cell was justified?"
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He took his hat off and ran a hand over his head, taking a deep breath and looking around at everyone,"I am probably the only one in here who looks like me. Who is brown with nappy ass hair that doesn't want to rip your head off whenever I see you. I grew up with people like you in Quebec. Always smiling at me and saying shit I ain't realize was fucked up until I came here. My parents told me America was the place for opportunity for immigrants, ain't no one ever tell me that immigrants had an asterisk next to it that read 'Except n---as'. You're disgusting man. I can't be round this shit here today...I am physically sick..." and with that he got out of his chair, stuffed his hands in his pockets heading towards the exit with the 'I wish a n@#$# would' face on.
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William watched others file gradually into the classroom as he leaned back in his seat, quietly tapping the desktop. He usually wasn't this anxious, but the energy prevalent in the school in the wake of the party -- not to mention the shooting -- seemed to be getting to him. He had no idea what misguided "discussion" the school wanted to have about Rome, but he couldn't imagine it would help matters. People were angry, scared, confused... mourning. And they were right to be all of those things. There was no way to make sense of that -- to have a calm, rational discussion about it. Hendrix had no idea what had gone down in that holding cell, but he couldn't imagine any version of events that would redeem the NYPD in the minds of these students.


Will saw Imani enter out of the corner of his eyes, her face almost completely obscured by a hat, sunglasses, and a bandana wrapped around her neck. When she briefly removed the shades, he saw the telltale signs of bruising and swelling that no amount of makeup could hide. They looked fresh, very fresh. No way they came from the fight at the party, which meant... he felt one hand curl into a fist all on its own, but relaxed it immediately. The mantra began playing through his mind again: None of my business.


It wasn't long before Logan came in. He wasn't the least bit surprised to see her wearing one of the shirts with Rome's picture on it. Things at Midwood had the potential to get wild in the next few days and it was obvious who would be in the center of it all. Always the one to push for justice, for equality. It was the thing about Logan that Will had always admired, but now his feelings about it all were very different. He wanted to tell himself that he was just worried about her drawing attention to herself, potentially putting her on thin ice with the police or the school administration. Not to mention the risk of standing in the spotlight while Noah and his guys were probably out for revenge for the fight (as one-sided as it was).


But that was a lie.


William knew that Logan's role in what was coming would only make her friendship with him that much more inconvenient, for the same reason he didn't even consider wearing a Rome shirt. There was no avoiding it. After the conversation they'd shared the other night, he couldn't shake the feeling that it was always one step forward, two steps back. Still... he knew what he signed up for when he got close to Abrams. Now it was time to hold up his part of the deal, even it meant standing on the sidelines for a while. He returned Logan's fleeting smile with one of his own.


Will lowered his eyes to the desk now, waiting for the school to get on with whatever they had planned. It didn't take long before Cap himself was at the front of the room. Hendrix couldn't stop staring at what happened next, like watching a train wreck in slow motion. The old man seemed to condemn himself with every word in the minds of these students and never understood why. Caprioti had no concept of empathy, of tact. The result when he opened the floor up to the students in the room was predictable. Khalil, Zay, Celeste, Kay, and even the normally-restrained Kai... they all let their thoughts be known. Hendrix turned to watch for Cap's reaction, to see if he would shrink behind the verbal barrage. It would be better that way; if the old man doubled down he was liable to end up getting punched out, or worse. A white teacher being assaulted by his black students was the last thing Midwood needed at this point... as satisfying as it might have been to watch.

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
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The sounds of small talk and chatter surrounded Imani as she sat in her desk. She wouldn't be speaking too much today, and she really didn't plan on it. She knew better. It seemed that every week someone was dead or on the verge of it. Imani was always sad about the deaths but by the next week, everyone moved on and talked about the next death. This one was different though. This time, Imani was seeing so many shirts with Rome's face on it and 'Rest In Peace' written on it. Imani rolled her eyes behind her shades. Some of these people didn't even talk to Rome. They were only wearing the shirts because of how he died.


How he died. That seemed to be the main topic of homeroom instead of all this, "talk your feelings out instead" bullshit. She listened to those around her that didn't sound sad or upset but more hyped about protesting against the police for killing an innocent black man. Of course Imani wasn't a horrible person she was sad too, but not by the fact that Rome was shot by a police officer. She was sad because the boy was dead. She never thought that it mattered how a person died, the fact that they died should be reason enough to mourn. Sure what the police officer did was a load of bull, but what was worse (to Imani) was that Rome didn't get to live to graduation. That's what always got her when one of her classmates or people she knew died.


Imani couldn't help but look at the door when people came in. After all, she was sitting close to it so she was basically staring at it. She had lost track of who was coming in and who was wearing what so when Logan came in, she hadn't noticed it. Her eyes were cast down towards her hands as her fingers ran over her knuckles on the opposite hand. She had a tattoo on her middle finger that she had gotten a week before school started that she loved. It was simple and cute and something she had been saving up for for quite some time.


Imani heard the desk next to her move and immediately looked over at it. She really didn't need a nosy ass I'm uncultured asking her what was up with her outfit and why she was wearing a Crip's bandana. Truth be told, she didn't want to wear the bandana for that reason alone but it was the first one she found and only one that was in the apartment. When her eyes met Logan's puffy ones, Imani's gaze softened. She knew this would effect Logan way more than it would effect her. Shit, the girl lived with one of Rome's closest friends and he was there when Rome died. There was no telling what Miguel was feeling and how that effected Logan. She knew the two never saw eye to eye on the daily, but they were family so if it effected one of them it effected both of them. Imani looked down at their hands and their interlaced fingers.


She took her sunglasses off and sat them on the desk, showing her her own battle scars. Yeah, the teacher had asked her to remove the shades but she refused. This was different though, she wanted Logan to know that she was there for her, even if it didn't seem like it. Sure what happened to her was bad, but she didn't want the attention to be on her. She was still alive and breathing while Rome wasn't. Imani stood up halfway to wrap her arms around Logan. She looked like she needed a hug and Imani would do just that. She brought her best friend close to her and even kissed the side of her head. "I got you, ok? We'll go cry later." her voice came out raspy and broken but it would have to do.


Imani pulled away and smiled, putting her hand over Logan's and rubbing circles on her hand. With her other hand she put her sunglasses back on. This homeroom seemed like it was lasting forever and the sight of Cap calling attention to the front of the room helped nothing at all. Imani looked over at Cap and listened to what he had to say. She bit the inside of her mouth as she listened to him. Why was he their teacher again? Like seriously? He didn't get it. He didn't understand the pain that these students had with this death. How close to home it was for many of them. So many thought went through her head but she wasn't going to voice them. Even if she wanted to, she knew that it would do no good.


The sound of Kahlil interrupting Cap in the middle of his little speech only triggered something from Zay -so he did show up, she needed to talk to him later-, then Mekai, Celeste, and even Kay. The pain in everyone's voices and rage made Imani sink slightly in her seat but instead of looking at the faces that the voices belonged to, Imani's gaze went to Logan. As opinionated and passionate as her best friend was, she knew she had something to say too. But this wasn't the place for it.


She watched as Zay simply walked to the door. She wasn't going to stop him but she made a mental note to check in on him when she could. Imani looked back to Logan and watched her facial expressions. She didn't want her best friend to say anything just yet because she felt like she could say and do more than just in this classroom. "Don't Lo. Not here. It won't do you any good. Wait till you have more people like the rest of the school. Make it count and reach everyone." she told her best friend, knowing that in the end it was her decision if she wanted to chime in or not. All of this only made Imani want the bell to ring sooner before another fight broke out. If another fight broke out, Imani wasn't sure what she would do.

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Logan would meet Imani’s eye, doing her best to keep a positive look until she watched her best friend take off the sunglasses. Immediately her expression would change to one of worry and fear before darkening. 


“Mani…” Logan would speak out quietly, shaking her head in disbelief. This hadn’t been the first time Logan had seen Imani bruised up thew ay she was and she was sure this wouldn’t be the last. But it still was a shock to see her like this every time. Her emotions were getting the best of her, that much Logan knew as she tried to fight back the sadness, anger, and confusion that was washing over her. Seeing Imani like this only made it worse. Not only had she let her own cousin down but now she had to see that she wasn’t there for Imani when Imani needed someone the most.


Biting her lip, Logan would give her best friend a saddened look, squeezing Imani’s hand. She watched as Imani stood up halfway and was surprised at the hug she received. Though her shock would quickly fade and she would hug Imani back, holding onto her tightly. She’d feel the small kiss on the side of her head and would let out a giggle. Of all the times they’d been together, of doing things together, it would be funny to find Imani in the ‘mother’ role instead of Logan. This switch in roles was appreciated.


“I’m holding that to you.” Logan would mumble in response, sending Imani a shaky smile before sighing. Leave it to Imani to make her turn into an emotional mess. “I think it’s needed. For the both of us.”


Just like that, Logan would feel significantly better. She may not have discussed what was going on but just the thought of knowing Imani was there was enough to keep her going. She’d give her a light love tap with her other hand as Imani rubbed circles on her hand. Logan would be content. That would be until Cap showed up. Now Logan had been working on her attitude, emotions, and just keeping herself in check when it came to the teachers at this school. So Logan would, of course, listen to Cap, keeping silent. The only telltale sign would be the range of emotions that would cross her face.


How dare this walking scumbag of fat and ignorance come parading in here only to speak of Rome’s death in that way? Sure, multiple kids at this school were shot down every day and yes it was true that not all of them got the support that Rome had. But Logan would be damned to categorize Rome in the same one as all of the others. He was a good kid. He was one of the top students, one of the only ones who Logan could joke with about fighting for Valedictorian and now she couldn’t do that. He had been gunned down in what Logan wished was a misunderstanding. Sure it had been one but one couldn’t deny that along with this misunderstanding came the prejudice views that cop had about Rome and the rest of the children that fit his description. 


Immediately the room would lash back at Cap, each one giving their own opinion and what they thought of his words. Khalil. Zay. Mekai. Celeste. Kev. Each and every single one of them, giving their own angry retort on what had been said. Logan wanted to speak to, her anger getting the best of her as her jaw clenched. He deserved a slap in his face. A punch to the gut. Something. Anything. Best of all, he needed to get a different damn outlook on himself and the people he taught. This man was out of his element and it wouldn’t be long before he got what he deserved.


“Don’t Lo.”


Imani’s voice would come crashing and Logan’s dark eyes would flicker over to her. She wouldn’t respond, simply letting her eyes move back to Cap. As much as she wanted to retaliate, she knew Imani was right. There was no need. It wouldn’t be reaching him, it wouldn’t be reaching the others in the classroom. It would just be another damn cry of justice on the ears of the ignorant and the oppressors. So Logan would do something that most wouldn’t usually see her do. She wouldn’t give him reality check. She wouldn’t scream until she was out of breath. Make gestures or even try to attack him. The young woman would instead conceal her own emotions, sitting back in her chair and choosing to glare at the piece of shit in the front of the class. 


“You’re right Mani.” Logan would respond, “It’s not worth it. Wasting my breath on a man who chooses not to see any viewpoint but his own. You’ve got it… For now.”


Her time would come when her words would be worth it and when they were, Logan was damn sure she’d make sure she was heard and understood.

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Caprioti glanced down at his desk and shook his head as the onslaught of ignorant thoughts fired out at him like bullets. Did he honestly think a damn kid in this classroom would be able to think reasonably? Everything they said seemed to go through one ear and come out the other, he looked upon them with a disappointed look, his lip curved down and back slightly into a frown as they continued. The insults that were thrown at him were a given, though he gripped his chair tightly a bit worried that the increasing anger of these children would quickly turn to violence. He raised a finger hopefully to silence the angry teenagers though to no avail, they continued to come at him each one in turn.


 


He then slammed his fist on the table as a few responses seriously began to irk him "ENOUGH!" He shouted out with force over all of the clamor. His face had turned a deep red and his wrinkles were riddled with fury. "The words coming out of the mouths of all of you are not only ignorant, but rude in the entirety." He said a huff coming from his chest. It was time to put some sense in these kids rather then sit back and let them holler stupidity at him.


 


His eyes first landed on Zay, the first one to speak out after Khalil, that southern slang sticking to every word he spoke making him hard to understand. Though he got his message entirely. "You are right, there is a whole police station of cops, yet there is also cells and cells full of criminals. Rome being one of them, because if you had not put yourself into a position to be in that holding cell then none of that would have happened in the first place." He gulped "Are there corrupt cops? Sure. Though unless you are putting yourself in that situation they can't antagonize you. Look at me for example, I kept and keep my nose out of trouble and have had no problems with the law. And saying it is due to me being white is racist in itself." He said in response partially to Mekai and Celeste. 


 


He knew he should have stopped, he knew he shouldn't have spoken anything at all, but the words kept falling from his mouth. "You all want to sit and argue about racism.. Yet you sit here and slander me with the terms crusty white cracker! I can almost guarantee that those same words were probably tossed around at the cop in the holding cell too! It is no way to address anyone, and certainly not me your professor who you should respect as you respect any instructor in this school black or white. If someone threw the N word at you and you had them in a cell you would be pushed to violent action most likely, and the worst part is you would probably justify brutalizing them the same way."


 


He shook his head, he knew the kids would be at his throat if he continued but he couldn't stop. He draw some of his confidence of not getting gutted by that security guard that was standing right outside of the door, hopefully he would be fine, no kid would be stupid enough to jump out at him with security so close. Finally he opened his mouth to address Kay though as he stood up Cap quickly took a step back. Relief washed over his face as Kay continued past him, he bit his tongue just in case his warpath would redirect back to him. 


 


He was surprised not to hear a response from Imani, and even more surprised not to hear a response from Logan. Though his final response was directed to one more Abram, sitting in a fume cursing him in the back of the class. He shook his head and spoke finally "And if you have a problem Abrams, why don't you speak it louder to the class. The same people like you telling me to shut up are the same ones that end up in that holding cell searching for justice when they have done wrong." He shook his head beginning to fix his papers on the desk after those words were spoken. "As for you William, you are awfully silent in all of this, any input you'd like to add?" He said hoping for one reasonable response in the classroom. Though students like him, Logan, Kay and Celeste seemed to generally keep themselves out of trouble, he did consider them all the same.


 


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Sitting there Miguel listened to every single one of the students within the classroom retaliate in their own way. It was understandable why they were so upset with Cap. It was deserved. At least it was in Miguel’s mind. But it was obvious that it wasn’t getting through that thick skull of his. He just kept spewing out that bullshit he considered being the truth. Stupid ass teacher was all he was. One that was ignorant, insensitive, and deserving of anything bad that was thrown his way.


Miguel wouldn’t speak on much after his own warning, doing his best to keep his anger in check. An emotional Abrams was something no one wanted to deal with. An angry one? That was even worse. His eyes would flicker towards his cousin, wondering if she was going to say something but was surprised when she’d simply sit back. He’d stare at the back of her head for a few moments, trying to figure out why but didn’t get too caught up in it. She always had reasons to her actions and this one had a reason. One he would ask about when he wasn’t as… mad at her as he was.


His thoughts would be interrupted when he’d hear his name being called. He’d look back up to at Cap, his eyebrows furrowing. Did that little bitch just come at him? Did he really just choose to speak up and say some bull?


A snicker would escape Abrams lips, as he leaned back, his tapping foot only going faster.


“This little fucker really coming outta pocket. I’m not down for this shit.” He’d speak, giving the necklace one last rub with his thumb before putting it on. He’d turn to look at Cap who seemed to think he was the almighty up there and let out a laugh. “You want me to speak?” He’d call out to him, a grin on his face, “Why don’t I fucking show you?”


Just like that Miguel would be out of his seat and on a one way trip towards Cap. The adrenaline pumping through his veins was enough to help him ignore the pain of his foot and ribs.  He’d ignore the desks being pushed out of his way or thrown to the ground. He’d ignore any yells directed at him. Cap needed to get his ass beat and that was what Miguel was going to do. This was more important. 


“You’re my fucking problem!” Miguel would yell at him, making no hesitations in his action as he threw a punch at the man. He wouldn’t wait for the stumbling man to get a hold of himself and would instead keep throwing punch after punch. Each punch that connected would be a moment of release for the teen, a snarl coming to his face as he threw Cap to the floor. 


“You listening now you little bitch? Is this loud enough for you?!” He’d yell, jumping on top of Cap and continuing to throw punches. “Or do I need to be louder?”


It was obvious that Miguel had no intentions of stopping anytime soon. He could hear Logan screaming at him but now wasn’t the time for him to care. Miguel would finally get to see blood flow from Cap and what made it even more exciting is that he knew it would be from him. Maybe now Cap wouldn’t try and talk about such a screwed up justice. Miguel doubted it, though. But damn, it felt good to have the upper hand while he did.