Tue, April 1st, 2008.

" If he was goin’ thru sumthin like dat he coulda just told me.. "

Pop muttered, she let out a long sigh while the heels of her sneakers continuously pressed and scraped against the pavement below her. She was currently ticked off from Boxtens lack of trust in her, they’ve knew each other for almost 6 years, yet he can’t even find the courage to inform her what’s wrong with him.. it angered her to a great extent. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that her face immediately crashed into the hard surface that could seemingly be described as a shoulder.

“ Shit! “

She grunted. She stumbled back a couple strides and rubbed her nose with low hisses of her teeth.. god, that hurt. She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the person she bumped into, but you didn’t even turn around at the contact— what the hell? She slowly stood back up into her usual stance and slowly tucked her hands straight back into the pockets of her black sweatpants.. she was a little on edge about how eerily you were standing there, but she ain’t no punk.. that’s when she spoke up about it, trying to stand her confident ground.

“ Yo.. who the hell is you ? “