UNDER CONSTRUCTION . CHAPTERS MAY UPDATE AS YOU READ . AFTER COMPLETION THE BOOK WILL BE MARKED COMPLETE & THIS MESSAGE WILL DISAPPEAR . - Binkya
Aaronzé, rising player, had everything any teenage boy could dream of; Money, good grades, and women...
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15: dead man
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I'd resorted to using one of my mother's old phones after realizing mine was nowhere to be found.
The house had been flipped twice already in an attempt to look for it. My only guess was that it could've been in Aaronzé's car. I didn't remember his number off the top of my head, nor did I know any of his socials, so I was pretty much out of luck.
I would have to wait until school on Monday.
"Wash the lettuce," Grams requests, gliding a knife across the cutting board. She lets the freshly chopped green fall into a strainer.
