"Call me back, Grandma," CeCe giggled. She clicked the phone off before groaning loudly. What had she been thinking? She grabbed her inayopendelewa bag before storming out of the door. She and Rocky did everything together. At high school, they already made their cliques and she and Rocky had always just moved from group to group. They made so many Marafiki because she and Rocky were just so energetic, with each other. But without the Rocky, CeCe was lonely, friendless, and now she had an apple when she just wanted a pear.
"Yo CeCe, what's up girl?"
CeCe looked up from her spot sulking on the stairs...
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