Val’s foster house on South Dakota Avenue. We was in the same sixth-grade class at school, too. Nausy was real nice to me from the start, and she bullied Taysia until she moved her seat, just so I could sit at the long rectangle table with her in the back of the classroom. Our teacher didn’t care...
Something about a fight and a car accident at a club. He wouldn’t tell me details, but I knew he was still angry about whatever went down, and he said he probably wouldn’t go back for a while. He was overjoyed that I was moving in with him, and he even told me to leave whatever I left at the Brin...