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boy, or girl. If you came for her, she had no problem whatsoever returning the favor ten times over and coming for you. So if Shannon wanted to feel Kenya’s wrath, then so be it, she would. It was on.
    â€œWhat?” Kenya let her intended victim rant and rave before she had her turn at showing Shannon what was really good in the hood.
    â€œYou heard me, bitch! What it do, Ms. Uppity? You been acting like you wanted some all year long, so what’s up?” Shannon was straight-up frontin’. Honestly she was scared to death, but she tried her best to not let it show, especially in front of half the student body.
    The crowd was geeking it up and that’s all Kenya, already mentally prepared to take her opponent’s head off, needed to hear. Knowing her DNA bloodline ran deep on her father’s side, Kenya didn’t crack a smile, showing not one tooth. She was cut from a different cloth than many, and, in her words, they didn’t even make that fabric anymore. The west side’s known wild child offspring of Johnnie and Melinda Roberts did her best clowning in front of an audience and this was one of her biggest to date. She had a point to prove about hoes running off at the mouth just because they had lips, and school was back in session for Shannon.
    Carmen was on her left and London, not truly wanting to fight but would and could, had just burst through the crowd and was loyally posted on her right. Allan, who’d dropped out a couple years back, was also up at the school to hold them down, just in case one of those busters Shannon would trick with flexed and wanted their ass kicked too.
    â€œFake ass? Come on now seriously, is that what you let rip out that raggedy grill mouth? Girl, look at you, from the bottom to the top you need a clue. Your synthetic weave has been recycled from week to week. Your blouse got a permanent ring around the collar and do your pants even know what an iron is?” Kenya was going ham and the mesmerized crowd loved the show she was giving them.
    Some of the guys in the bunch were ashamed that they ever kicked it with Shannon let alone spent some loose change on her. London felt bad for her also, but deep down inside she knew she had it coming. Yet, at that moment, no one felt as bad as Shannon, who had no defense for the slaughter. Her girls had eased away and faded back into the background. It was obvious they didn’t want any of the verbal beat down their so-called homegirl was getting, who was staring down at the ground with tears starting to form in her eyes.
    â€œOh hell naw, you stankin’ trash bucket! Why you got your head down now? With them ran-over shoes! Did you walk over here from Africa?” Kenya still never cracked a smile as she twisted up her face. The girl was cold-blooded, just like her daddy, and wouldn’t stop going until she was satisfied in totally humiliating Shannon. “You want it with me for real? Girl, you better get your life!”
    Most of the students standing around were almost in tears from the entertainment Kenya was providing. Carmen was begging her best friend to stop running Shannon’s name through the mud because her side was beginning to hurt. She, like the many other spectators, just couldn’t stop laughing at Shannon’s expense. London, cut from the same cloth as her sister on the other hand, was just like her twin, not cracking a smile either. She knew Kenya much better than anyone else and could tell that the girl had “blood in her eyes.” Poor Shannon, was all she could think at that point.
    â€œAll bullshit aside let’s tear this court up,” Kenya, aggravated, spoke in a cold, callous tone, following her taunting words with a sock dead to Shannon’s jaw, who just stood there, speechless, holding her face.
    Just then, luckily for Shannon, the school security arrived, breaking up their one-sided battle before things grew worse. The crowd slowly dispersed,