“We’ve got to get out of here.” Shade says.

“What?! Have you even seen my neckbrace?! Your idiot-ism made me go and get hurt! I’m in no condition to g-”


Please. I seriously think this is the first and only time he has ever said please. Well, at least to me. I stared into his pitch black eyes, which also pleaded for me to leave.

“Where do we need to go?” I reply with a sigh, feeling defeation.

“America. I hear we can start a new life and everything! New names, new jobs, a house of our own.. and once we get settled, we can start a family.” he added with a mischevious grin.

It wasn’t too often that I got to see the soft, romantic side of Shade. When he got like this, I usually gave up my side of the fight, defeated. But this time was different – it’s not that I didn’t have the will to go – I was incapable of it.

“How we gonna do it?”

That phrase reminded me of a song that applied well:

I’ma trade this life for fortune and fame, I’ll even cut my hair and change my name..

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