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skipping class most of the time. She was heading downhill rapidly and nothing anyone said or did could seem to slow her intentions of being “not shit” down.
    London, disgusted at what she was watching take place and couldn’t stop, blamed her sister’s spiral on that stupid foolish-oriented boyfriend of Kenya’s. London knew Ty was nothing more than a car thief clown who had dropped out of school in tenth grade and ran the streets of Detroit on a nickel-and-dime adventure trying to sell drugs for the next man when he could get put on. Like most young dudes in their neighborhood, he wasn’t smart enough or had enough game to have his own sack to risk getting knocked and going to jail for; he hustled to make the next nigga’s pockets fat. Ty, in all his ill-witted wisdom, was always busy putting different kinds of dumb, idiotic ideas in Kenya’s gullible mind. Kenya always had delusions of grandeur and escaping hood life no matter how she could do it, hook or crook. Engulfed by nothing but getting off Glendale Street and out of Gran’s strict and spiritual household, Kenya was starting to cut off everyone in her small circle of friends, even Allan and Carmen. At night she was either on the phone plotting the demise of her current lifestyle situation or sneaking out of the house to meet up with Ty.
    â€œHey, boo, it’s me, baby,” whispered Kenya as quietly as she could. “I can’t talk long. My sister is bugging out on me about my grades so I gotta at least do some of my homework.”
    â€œWhy she be all actin’ like a book gonna help you eat out in these streets? She needs to be trying to hook up with my boy. You know for some reason he dig her plain-Jane ass! Plus he’s paid, I ain’t bullshitting!” Ty cleared his throat after choking on some Kush. “He be pulling in major ends almost every day with these hot box cars we been getting off this lot and he got a sack of this good shit I’m blowing on.” He coughed once more. “For real, Kenya, seriously your sister needs to wise the fuck up and get some of this bread from ol’ boy!”
    Kenya was beginning to get irritated and annoyed with his conversation and the disrespectful direction it was taking. After it was all done and said, that was her twin sister he was badmouthing and tripping on. Since she had an emotional attachment to him, Kenya didn’t pay much attention when he talked shit about her—she could overlook that for the sake of young puppy love—but fuck him dogging London just because he thought he could. He was going too far with his comments and suggestions and she wasn’t trying to hear any more of it.
    â€œListen, Ty, I already done told you I was on the clock with talking to you in the first damn place! Now I got a bright idea for your dropout-ass to process: why don’t you stop riding your boy’s nut sack so hard, leave my sister’s name out your mouth, and show me some fucking attention? How about that, nigga?” Kenya twisted her face up as she spoke each word like she meant it, and of course she did.
    Ty, who always thought much more of himself than anyone else ever did, immediately got caught in his feelings, wasting no time going ham. “You know what? Fuck you, Kenya, and your stuck-up-ass ugly sister. I was trying to turn both you bitches on to some real game, but I see once again your ho ass ain’t trying to respect my gangster!”
    Before Kenya had a chance to respond to that lame-ass bullshit knowledge he was kicking, he’d already slammed the phone down, hanging up on her. She couldn’t help but laugh. True enough Ty was her so-called man, so to speak, but he also was a little punk and just about everyone on the west side knew it. He was scared of his own shadow and here he was trying to go for bad.
    Whenever they were at the mall or out to the park, he would always stand mute when this guy or that guy