​"I'll start tomorrow," Brice said. He had to kill the source from within that was tearing up his school and after his kids again. "See you tomorrow morning." 

*** 

Nachine hated riding on a crowded bus, the other riders who rode could make you have a lucky day by dropping their money or they would give her a nightmare ride. Today it was Nachine worst nightmare as she rode the bus clutching her shopping bags. Two guys in their mid-forties came and sat around her.  

"Your perfume smelled good," he said. Nachine tried looking around the rest of the bus for some help but the other passengers kept to themselves. Common on, she thought. The one close to her had a big curly wig on with a trench coat. After giving her a long sniffed, Nachine elbowed him. Then she yanked the bell for the bus driver to stop. She pushed passed the teen girl blocking the aisle, getting off. That colored better not flash me. 

Are they after dope? Nachine tightened her hands around the bags. Both of them got off at the rear door of the bus. The sniffer moved close to her. 

"Don't ignore me," the sniffer said, removing his curly wig off. 

"Prosecutor Vaal, playing dress up," Nachine said.  

"You too fool," Prosecutor said looking around his surroundings. There were small office buildings and houses that surrounded the bus stop. One bench with paint and advertisements peeling off had the only place to sit. He gestured for her to sit on the bench. Nachine examined it then she plopped down on it.  “I could arrest you now but you became nothing in the drug world but everything to me. What would be the better life for you, snitching or begging your way back to the top?”  

"If I can still kill I'm a threat to you and anyone," Nachine said clicking her gun. "I can take you out and him." 

"Don't you want to be back on top with a free get out of jail pass?" 

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Chapter 12 Part 1 B

The kid was pulled away out of the crowd by an officer. He snatched away from the officer then took off running. Brice left for the rec center; he had seen enough of this mess. And he knew he couldn't get those files with cops adding themselves to the chipping paint. He wanted to check with Yasmine to tell her what had happened, Brice thought. Trying to wedge himself through the crowd of students and teachers pouring into the hallway, he stopped when he spotted Lorraine at the end of the hallway directing kids to keep moving. He didn't want Lorraine to know any more about him and especially he knew another person working in the building. He turned around, to head out the door.  

"Hello, Brice Frankel," a man resembling a person dump from a moving car said. "I'm Patterson." 

"Who?" Brice asked shaking the hand of the guy who extended his. 

"I'm the Assistant Principal Patterson. I want you to start work as soon as possible." 

"Where would you put me," Brice asked.  

"In a math class," Patterson said. “We have a shortage of math teachers.”

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Cut the Flow Chapter 12 Part 1
​Brice was questioned for another hour. Mrs. Poone kept bringing up all the oddities the Principal did. The large table was to be kept clean so when school ended; he would spread the files on the tables. Mrs. Poone wasn't sure which files out of the cabinets.  

If she wasn’t so judgmental, Principal Moore could have told her what was going on, Brice thought. She suggested he had been mentally ill.  

Brice asked to leave. Officer McNichols allowed him. The whole scene wrapped up by the fourth period with the classes exchanging in front of the office. Students complained of sitting in class too long. The office was blocked off with crime scene tape. The scene appeared like normalcy with just a few of the kids dawdling pass gawking. The student yelled, "I’m tired of this mess JLC's killing up in the schools. 

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Chapter 11 Part 5

"You needed to get down," Brice said. The two other guards back out of the room. Lorraine kept an eye on Brice. The police arrived and Brice sat in the secretary's chair. The office desks were now replaced by heavy locked file cabinets and large wooden tables with nothing on top of them. Mrs. Poone returned wiping tears from her face.

"He's dead isn't he?" Mrs. Poone asked. He was acting weird but I didn't know he would shoot himself."

The taller of the officer asked her, "Why would you think he wants to kill himself."

"He locked himself up in the room." Mrs. Poone said. The younger officer slid a chair underneath her.

"I am officer McNichols and he's Reynolds." Mrs. Poone reached for a tissue and decided to use her sleeves to wipe her face.

"He wouldn't take lunch believing somebody would poison his food. He either brought meals or left to eat lunch."

"Do you know who may want him dead" Officer Reynolds asked.

"No one wanted him dead," she said. "He was loved by all."

"Hmm, what do you think?" Reynolds, who moved to stand over Brice, asked.

"He was shot in the chest," Brice said letting his hands fall to the table. "The bullet came through the window, not in the room." Lorraine stepped back into the hallway. Brice felt another sharp jabbing in the back. Lorraine knew more about the shooter than he Principal Moore. ​

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Chapter 11 Part 4 
"Call the police," Brice said running to the window. There was nothing visible. No where he could see where the shot came from. Brice dropped to the floor. Maybe they would pop him to. Brice reached his bloody hand in the drawer Principal Moore unlocked. Three heavy duty files were rubber band together. Brice crawled around the desk and wiped his hands off on Principal Moore’s pants leg and shove the files in his briefcase in the room. He crawled into the hallway with the case shielding it from the secretary. She continued to try dialing the police number. 
"I'll do it," Brice said. "Go get some towels from the gym." 
"He's going to be alright," she asked.  
"Please baby, go get the towels," Brice said. She ran off down the hallway. Brice hid the case in the cubicle of the counter separating the kids from the office. Then he went into the office restroom wet some paper towel and wiped up his trail. Finally, the guard, Lorraine arrived with two other guards.  
"Don't touch anything until the police get here," she said.  
"I had to get out of his office," Brice said. 
"The shooter could still be trying to kill me." 
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Chapter 11 Part 3 
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"What's going on out there?" Principal Moore asked sitting at his desk. 
"The kids are running the adults," Brice said.  
“Mrs. Poone knows how to handle things you just have to give her time," Principal Moore said.  
Brice entered his office. "Time to do what let the kids walk over her then let them stomped all over me.”  
"Please Brice," Principal Moore said. He unlocked his file drawer. Pulling out his thermos. 
"I've got keep everything locked up.” After removing the cap, the aroma of the coffee filled the room.  He overflowed the cup causing a spill on the papers on his desk. He contributed to the mess by pouring with his shaky hand. 
"What's the matter man," Brice asked, trying to situated himself in the chair to feel relax. 
"Somebody been shooting at me from a distance I don't who it is," Principal Moore avoided eye contact with Brice as he stayed silent.  
"Did you see the person?" Brice asked. "Did you make a police report?" 
“Lorraine and Mrs. Poone told me it could have been cars' backfiring."  
"They didn't come out and examined the scene?" Brice asked leaning back. This guy is either foolish or lying his butt off. Principal Moore struggled moving his chair to his desk. He resembled a true weakling who decided to work for both sides.  
"Where did these shootings happen at?" 
 "Once in the teacher's parking lot and here in my office.” Principal Moore got up and felt on the windowpane of his office. A blast came through it, knocking Principal Moore against his desk. His chest split exposing his organs. Brice grabbed his hand. But he was already dead. Mrs. Poone ran in the room hollering. ​

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Cut the Flow Chapter 11 Part 2 

"Mary, why are you in here?" 

"It's my time of the month Mrs. Poone," the girl said. 

"Are you going home?" She asked the young girl who crossed her legs tight. 

"Yes, I'm waiting for my ride," Mary said. 

Brice tapped his foot. Just tell her to go back to class Brice thought. The young girl crunched forward and grunt.  

"You’re staying here? " 

"Where did you call for your ride?" Brice asked. The girl's eyes widened as she snarled at him.  

"She made the call," Mrs. Poone said “in her counselor office.” 

"Well did you?" Brice asked her.  

"No, I was going to call when I came here," Mary said. 

"But you claiming you’re waiting for your ride," Brice said.  

The girl jumped up and made her two fingers into a gun. "Somebody going to pop your butt." Then she left out the office. 

 "Aren't you going tell her to come back and expelled her for threatening my life," Brice asked the secretary. 

"You kind of walked into that one," Mrs. Poone said. 

What was this useless fool thinking saying I was the problem, Brice thought. "Call her back to the office."  

"I don’t answer to you."    

"Come in here Brice," Principal Moore said, standing by his door. 

Brice wanted to be back to work more than ever now. He needed to show coloreds how to run a school. Brice stumped into the office and took the first chair near the principal's desk.  ​

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Chapter 11 Part 1 
"What's your name?' Brice asked. 
"It's Lorraine," she said. 
"I know yours, Brice. The one who got Shawn killed." 
"Is the principal in his office?" Brice asked. 
"Yeah you're going to report me," Lorraine asked. 
"Nope, I am here to see him on business." 
"To get your butt hired back," she said moving close to him. "He's worse than Jason with his confused butt." 
"Maybe he needs help and support," Brice said. He knew he had lied the man was clueless and things were getting messy. 
“Well, at least you’re not the principal.” Brice brushed up against her. pushing her back. She marched herself back to her rocking chair. Then she flopped down in it and pushed off with her feet. “You would have a war in the halls with the kids killing each other the same way you left it.” 
Entering in the hallway, Brice left the guard in the vestibule. He headed to the office it during the beginning of first period. The hallway was quiet with one student lingering at her locker. She stared into the mirror then her eyes followed Brice walking into the office. 
"May I see Principal Moore," Brice asked. The young lady from the locker came in and sat on the bench against the wall. The secretary looked away from him. 
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Chapter 10 Part 5 
"He’s not a cop," Vapor said. “Come back! They kept running.  
"I am not a cop but willing to do what it takes to arrest you and your members," Brice said, propping one leg on the porch and resting his hand on his knee.  
"You've dead this time and Nachine will be the one to find you." 
"How you know colored?' Brice asked. 
"Because she more hook up and she-"  
"She is back in business with another dealer," Brice said pulling his leg down from the step. 
"She has been back here," Vapor said.  
"Who's she working with?" Brice asked. “Black Finest.” 
"Who?" Vapor yelled. 
"Goodbye Rain," Brice said, taking a few steps. Then he chuckled. All of his jokes were actually funny he thought. Vapor didn't know about Black Finest. Brice continued to the high school, entering through the main door.  
"Come here sir," the woman guard said with red corn roll hair bonded in a French bun. 
"I have to check you in. Brice stared at her face as he emptied his pockets. She was the one who worked with Shawn. She was still here. He smiled at her. The guard instructed him to go through the metal detector. 
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I am having a lot of trouble with the next scene. Yasmine has known one of the Black Finest members since childhood. They are good friends. His nickname is Lock. He earns the name because he would beat up people with a pad lock. I am weaving this character in the story because he has become a hire killer for Black Finest. The reader will find out how deep the corruption in Detroit Public School has become. Lock character will reveal some of the information.  ​

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