It was one of those fridays. Fridays were when the best thing happened in school. A fight, Chocolate milk, or the candy house was open. Speaking of candy house. Talk about the entrepreneurial spirit. These fools would buy a gang of candy whole sale and sell it to the whole neighborhood at rock bottom prices. You could get now laters for a quater (the 5 pack). A big nasty ass pickle for like 50 cent (yuck) and cheese popcorn WITH a soda was a dollar. the only issue was the inconsistency. Their hours of operation flucuated. the only way you knew when they were open was through word of mouth. Anyway. I was in fourth grade. Along with my favorite sweater, my swag was on that day. There was this little light skinned girl in my class i had a crush on. Me and my comrade "Poo" were tryin' to make moves that day. He liked her homegirl Andrea. We each wrote letters to our respective crushes and gave it to them a little before lunch recess just to let em marinate a little bit. Recess was the best ever because we played dodge ball. This was turning out to be a pretty posetive weekend. Plus me and Poo had talked about going to Chris's house to play street fighter after school.
Around 230pm everyone was antsy. We all wanted to leave even the teacher too. 245 had never takin so long. The bell did finally ring and we lined up to go home. Me and Poo had a friday ritual. "You wanna bone out?" "Let's bone out!" So instead of lining up like the others to walk outside, we'd just run out of the classroom and b-line to the gate. Before going anywhere after school i had to stop by my late grandmother's house to "check-in". That's when things took a weird turn.
