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Title: “Crack Ho Couldn’t Hit For Sh-t”
Summary: Two girls discuss the aftermath of a fight involving one of them. Language. (I guess I was trying to channel my inner ghetto.)
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“I was like, ‘Did you just hit me all randomly?’, and the chick was like, ‘Yeah bitch.’ And that’s when I knocked her on her ass.”
Daniela raised her eyebrow at the story her friend had just told her. They were both in Daniela’s room, Elissa sitting on the bed telling what had happened and Daniela pacing the floor, listening intently.
“She just hit you? No reason at all?”
“That’s what I just said, ain’t it? And thanks for actin’ all concerned, I’m fine! It’s lucky that crack ho couldn’t hit for shit.”
Daniela’s eyes flickered to the small bruise forming on Elissa’s temple, but mostly ignored her friend’s attitude and tried to find some motive for the attack. If she knew her friend even a tiny bit, she was sure Elissa had at least provoked the other girl. No one (not even in their school) went around hitting people ‘all randomly’.
“But, I can’t believe someone would just hit another person for no reason.”
Elissa reclined on the bed and pretended to be picking dirt from underneath her fingernails.
“Well, she’s a crack whore. And like, she was prolly buggin’ out and whatnot.”
Daniela considered this possibility, for about a second.
“She didn’t look like a crack whore. Aren’t they supposed to be all skanky and dirty and grimy?”
Elissa shrugged.
“Maybe she was only a part-time crack whore? Maybe she was just a whore?”
Daniela rolled her eyes, “That doesn’t explain why she hit you though.”
“Then maybe she’s just a crack head that got hold to the wrong stuff and went bat-shit insane?”
Daniela shook her head.
“Are you sure you didn’t say anything to her?”
“I didn’t say nothin’! I’m tellin’ you, bitch just up and hit me!”
“Elissa,” Daniela raised her eyebrow, “Tell the truth.”
Daniela looked hard at her friend. Elissa immediately took on a guilty air and looked around the room, trying to stall her answer.
“…I might ‘a called her momma a fat whore…or whatever.”
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End