After his next class was over, Ichigo decided to ditch school. No way was he sitting in another boring lecture. And he absolutely hated Civics class. He turn left down the hallway, and carefully made sure he wasn't being followed. Once he made it downstairs, he casually strolled out of the front door and outside of the school. He was outside of the front gate when he started to run.
After reaching a block from school, he slowed down to a casual walk. He went into an alleyway where he could smell the Sacred Herb being smoked.
"Ayo, u Niggas ditching too?" He asked Renji and Ikkaku who were smoking.
"Dats right! Ain't nobody got time fo' dat! Skool'z fo' foolz!" Renji said, as he took another hit of the Sacred Herb.
"Yo, yo take this! Imma 'bout to collapse!" He said to Ikkaku, as he fell down against the wall and was lying on the ground.
Ikkaku laughed like a hyena.
"Dayum, Nigga! You fell harder dan da Twin Towers!" He said.
"Gibs me dat!" Ichigo demanded, as he grabbed one of the joints Ikkaku was holding.
Ichigo began smoking it, slowly inhaling the medicinal properties of the Sacred Herb that would cure him of the burden that came from being young and stupid while living in a First World Country.
"Dayuum, Nigga! Diz iz some fine ass weed!" Ichigo exclaimed, as he exhaled.
"Don't smoke da whole joint, Nigga. You still owe me from the last time you smoked." Ikkaku said.
"Nigga, calm down. I ain't gonna smoke da whole joint. Besides, I got you fam. I'll get you some good stuff when I meet my homies."
"Yeah, you better."
Just then, Ichigo's pager rang. He fished it from his pocket and took a look at the number that was being displayed on its small screen.
"Yo, I gotta go." Ichigo fist bumped Ikkaku while Renji was lying down on the ground, high as the Himalayas. "420 blaze it, Nigga! Smoke weed errry day!" Ichigo shouted as he left. He was now feeling high on "life".
He hadn't reached a block, when Reiichi Oshima stepped out from another alleyway.
"Nigga, 'bout time your ghetto ass showed up." He said, with menacing grin on his face.
"I ain't got time fo' a broken ass Nigga like you." Ichigo replied, annoyed he had the misfortune of running into him when he was pressed for time.
"Yo, those are some kool kickz you got there." Reiichi said, pointing at Ichigo's limited edition silver Yeezy shoes. "Gibs me dat!"
"Nigga, I ain't givin' you nuffin'!"
"Den you won't mind getting shanked!" Reiichi said, as he pulled out a switchblade knife from his pocket.
Ichigo coolly looked at him without a care in the world.
"Last time, yo kickz or yo life. Which one iz it gonna be?" Reiichi said with a scowling look.
"You picked the wrong day to mess with me, Nigga."
Reiichi went in to stab Ichigo's stomach, but Ichigo blocked the attack by hitting Reiichi's wrist and putting it in a wrist lock. This caused Reiichi to lose control of the switchblade. Suddenly, Reiichi felt a strong pain and a warm sensation coming from his stomach. He looked down and saw the knife had been deeply plunged into him. He collapse on the floor, blood running down, while looking up at Ichigo.
"You got 'bout twenty minutes to git your broken ghetto ass to the nearest hospital, unless you wanna die here in the gutter like a dog." Ichigo said, looking down on him.
"Imma kill yo ass!"
"You got get dat stomach stitched up first. Tick tock, what'z it gonna be, Nigga? It's your call."
Reiichi got up and pressed his stomach, trying to contain the hemorrhage, while he turned around and ran to the nearest clinic he could find.
"Dayum, juz another day in Karakura Town." Ichigo said to himself, while he continued to quickly walk.