"Why you're late, Mr. F?" Qadira asked.
"I had a long ass night," Brice said, taking an Algebra book off the window ceiling.
"You cuss Mr. F," Qadira said.
"That word is not a cuss word," Cecil said. "It means a donkey."
"Not the way he saying it." Qadira opened her book.
"Both of you be quiet," Dwayne said, brushing his hair.
"Open your books," Brice said. "To page." A man rushed across the front of the classroom and slammed a fist into his gut. Then he punched him in the face twice.
"Get off him," Dwayne grabbed the guy's fist. His wiry arm flung Dwayne back. "What are you doing Isaac?" Qadira held Dwayne back.
Isaac ripped Brice's shirt, peeling the picture off his chest. "Jason will come to retrieve his book and papers." Brice kicked the guy. Isaac tripped. His head hit the side of Brice's closet door. His forehead spilled with blood.
"Tell Jason, I'm coming for him," Brice said. Raising up from the floor, he rubbed the aching parts of his body. Isaac stone head had separated the door off its hinges, leaving him daze.
"Mr. F., " Dwayne said. "Are you okay?" He leaned closer into his face.
"Maybe you need to go home," Qadira said. "I'll get you a cup of water. Cecil is on the phone calling for help."
"No," Brice said, focusing his eyes. "Tell Tammi to come and bring her first aid kit."
Brice managed to write a lesson on the board through the stinging pain. He sat in his chair avoided eye contact. He forced a grin when Tammi appeared with a red and white box. Qadira took her seat.
"Man" Isaac paused. "You messed up the flow of the money and all that's making this community survive and thrive. You're not making it better just worst."
"The community is falling apart," Brice said.
Isaac used the wall to balance himself. "Inheritance Corp helped bring jobs and feed people in our community. Be real. Look at the truth."
"Then stop the killing of our community members."
"So what some die. It's better than dying slow of starvation and poverty."
"You believe so less of the people in our community demanding them to sell out fast to the deadliest jobs. There is plenty people working to save the members and rebuild the neighborhood. Corruption and crime are delaying the progress."
"Here's some bandages." Tammi torn two gauzes out of their packages, offering them to Isaac.
"Leave him alone," Isaac said, passing gas when he shuffled from the room.
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