Something inside me is sending adrenaline to every part of my body. Something is telling me to wake up right now. Not that I was really sleeping, I can’t stop replaying in my throbbing head what had happened to me. I gasp and jump up out of bed. A shadow shifts near my closet and I freeze.
“Who’s there?” I call out.
Ali steps out of the obscurity, smiling. I suck in a breath. “I came to talk, baby bro.”
“My mom’s a cop, she’ll shoot you.”
Ali laughs, drifting into the moonlight pouring through my window. “Do you want to know about Red Fist…” �
Jamiel Jones the Writer 
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