It’s your stupid loser of a brother. You grab onto Marshalls arm hoping to get away unnoticed by your brother. It’s too late you feel a hand on your shoulder. You turn around to look but it’s not your brother its one of his druggie friends. Hes younger than the others. In fact hes Marshall’s age and his name is Cory, hes a skinny black boy with a shaved head. “Get your hands off her!” Marshall demands pulling Cory’s hand off your shoulder.
“Whoa don’t get mad Marshall, I didn’t mean nothing by it,” Cory clams as he backs a bit back away from Marshall.
“Better not,” Marshall...
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