#Chapter64

Get Out of My Cellphone

"But aunt Megan told me if they try to diss, show 'em the fist" Louie scrunched up her right hand into a fist and slapped it against her free palm.

Megan is corrupting my angel.

We were seated with crisscrossed legs on the bed opposite each other as she narrated how she almost sent her fist into the cutest boy in her class's nose.

"No. No way" I started unclenching her fist "Violence is bad"

"Aunt Megan doesn't lie" She pouted. Most often I wished she could have chosen someone else to be her role model.

Oprah.

Will Smith.

Even Me!

But she chose...