Death At The Party
This is a story of a teenage grim reaper's last 24 hours of high school.
This is a story of a teenage grim reaper's last 24 hours of high school.
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CONTINUED: 70.<br />
DEATH: (cont’d)<br />
anyways we both know that middle<br />
easterns are the new blacks to<br />
discriminant against.<br />
JAKE:<br />
See I told you!<br />
ADDAI:<br />
Man fuck you both! you both some<br />
ugly motherfuckers!<br />
JAKE:<br />
Ugly!?...Homie I’m pretty...I’m the<br />
defination of prettiness..don’t<br />
ever disrespect.<br />
While everyone is bickering and Jake is not paying attention<br />
he then hits a cop car from behind<br />
DEATH:<br />
Oh shit! Jake...man!<br />
JAKE:<br />
Oh Shit!,Fuck!<br />
ADDAI:<br />
Oh man we’re fucking screwed...<br />
Look at all the drugs...Look at it!<br />
JAKE:<br />
Bro just calm down...relax and<br />
everything will be fine.<br />
ADDAI:<br />
Motherfucker telling me to<br />
relax..ok,ok I’m relax...BUT!<br />
what’s not fucking relax is that<br />
i’m a fucking middle eastern drug<br />
dealer with a black motherfucker<br />
and the devils wingman...Sorry D,no<br />
offense!<br />
DEATH:<br />
He’s my cousin Addai and I only<br />
wingman for him once...and the<br />
results weren’t that<br />
great....ugh(pondering)<br />
Two African-American Police officers get out of the Police<br />
Cruiser and approach Jake’s car.<br />
(CONTINUED)
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