Something’s Wrong
After school let out that day, Jean, Annie, and I walked home together. During the day, I kept my ears open in the lunchroom and bathroom, but I didn’t hear nothing about Smooth’s death, so I was hoping that one of them had, especially Jean our social butterfly. Annie had and started talking about it before I could figure out a way to get the ball rolling.
“Did you hear about Smooth? They found his body in the alleyway behind IGA a couple days ago.” Annie said.
“No, I ain’t heard nothing, who told you about it?’ I asked.
“No one in particular, I heard it in the lunchroom, you know how people talk.”
“Yeah, I know, but do they know what they’re talking about?” Jean cracked.
“Well, they said he was shot three times in the chest, and his body was laying there for two days before it was found.”
“Three shots! It wasn’t that many!” Jean slipped up. Big mouth!
“What Jean, what did you hear?” Annie stopped walking and asked her excitedly.
“Not much, they was talking about it in the lunch line. Didn’t hear it all, said it was more than one shot, that’s all.”