Monday evening, Timothy and his friends were walking home from school conversing to one another.
"I wonder why Maron and D'Angelo wasn't at school today" Timothy said.
"I don't know. Hey maybe we should call Damen, we should call Damen and see up on it, maybe he scared them off somehow to not let them come back to school again, " Gregg said.
"Who go call em?" Timothy asked.
"I'll call em when I get home, " Gregg said.
That night, Gregg dialed Damen's number three times, and it went straight to voice mail. "Why he ain't picking up?" Gregg said to himself.
Gregg had left it alone for that night and waited until tomorrow evening to contact Damen again. "I hope this nigga didn't kill Maron and D'Angelo, I hope not, " Gregg said to himself again, trembling his head.
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