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end, I grabbed everything in one trip. I took the cornmeal, flour, sugar, baking powder and salt from the cabinet before grabbing the milk and eggs from the fridge. I mixed the dry ingredients first then the wet, careful to put just the right amount of milk in.  Ms. B. caught me reaching for the sugar again and snatched it away quickly.
    “Nobody wants sweet cornbread Ashanti.”
    I greased the pan with unsalted butter and poured the batter just as Lexi walked into the kitchen. The tension was so thick, I could’ve scooped it with the spoon I had in my hand.
    “Hey, Ms. B. I’m not feeling jambalaya tonight. Any way you could make me some chicken soup? My cramps are really bad.”  I thought the saying was that if you and another female had the same menstrual cycle, you were really close. Fuck all that. I knew that with all of this estrogen in the house, we were bound to all be on our period at the same time. I couldn’t stand her ass and we were not close by a long shot.
    “Sure. Go lie down and I’ll be in to bring you something to help with that.” I rolled my eyes at her and finished what I was doing. I got jealous whenever Ms. B. did something for someone else that she did for me. The only saving grace was that I knew she couldn’t stand Lexi any more than I could.
    Ms. B. sent me to the Rec room to round up all the girls for dinner, minus Lexi. Everybody walked to the kitchen except one person. Brionna, Lexi’s sidekick and so called best friend, was sitting at the computer whispering on her cell phone.
    “Aye. It’s time for dinner.” She put her hand up, too close to my face and I instinctively slapped it away. I wasn’t racist or anything like that, but I couldn’t stand Hispanic bitches like her. She thought she was intimidating because she stood at 5’7”, a few inches taller than me. What she didn’t know was that in the two homes I went to before coming to this one, I fought bitches that were way bigger than her. The Hispanic ones always seemed to come for me and I don’t know why.
    “I said hold on, puta. Don’t be hitting on me.” Her accent fueled something in me that made me want to punch her teeth down her throat. She had been trying me these last few days because of whatever lie Lexi must have told her about me being a punk. I assumed she didn’t see that big bruise on her best friend’s face before Ms. B. gave her that cream and if she did she must not have known who had given it to her.
    “First, bring your voice from ten to two before I knock your big ass out.” Bri may have been twenty-five to thirty pounds heavier than me, but I wasn’t the least bit scared. She was a dark, Dominican with long red hair that hung down her back. “Second, Ms. B. said come to dinner.”
    If it wasn’t for her fucked up attitude and the fact that she was friends with Lexi, she could be cute. Her body was banging and she knew it, which is why she had begun selling ass throughout the entire school. She had convinced Lexi to start doing the same thing and I bet that’s why her menstrual cramps were so bad. Her nasty ass probably had HPV, or according to Ms. B, she was pregnant, but who was I to judge? I walked away and back to the kitchen, but not before I heard her say, “Bye, Shaad.” I knew I got high from time to time with Shauna, but I could’ve sworn I wasn’t tripping and that was Lexi’s boyfriend’s nickname. Damn. Goes to show how bitches of a feather, thot together.

Chapter Four
    Kenyon
    “What happened? Nah, man you’re talking too fast. Slow down.” I was sitting in the car on my way back to my cousin’s apartment, when Tae called me to tell me some shit about TaNeeka. The plan had been pushed back by another week, so I wouldn’t be home for a few days. “She did what?”
    I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Her dirty ass was on her phone, whispering about the coke I had in the house. I should’ve let Tae kick her grimy ass out when he said some shit wasn’t