HUEY

Huey was erasing his chalk board, after his lecture today. He is a college professor at Chicago university of African American literature. A man in a all-black suit and freshly shined shoes walked into his class room.

"May I help you with something sir?" Huey asked.

"Yes are you by the chance, Huey P. Freeman?' The court server said.

"Yes, I am." He replied. "You have been served sir." With that the court server went out of his class room and huey felt his head spin. He opened the envelope and inside it said

Dear Mr. Huey Percival Freeman,

You have been served with the case of Malcom Percival Freeman, he is now 16 years. You are to be expected in court on July the 14th. Thank you for your time.

In his hands his was holding a petition for child support by a Jazmine Dubois. He wanted to know badly who this woman was and why the hell she thought he was the father of a 16 year old boy. He didn't even remember jasmine. But he will so come to terms to who his old best friend was before she destroyed herself with drugs and before he moved back to Chicago for college he turned his back on her and they never spoke again, well until now.

He put the letter away into his desk, so his next class could come in. He finish erasing his board and he let the letter go to the back of his mind for now.

Who the fuck is Jazmine DuBois and why is she saying we have a 16 year old son together?

After his classes ended, he set to go around his old block and get in touch with his uncle skeeter, he was a crack head and lived in a old run down apartment building.

"Yo, Skeeter." Huey yelled and hinked his horn 3 times. Skeeter came out his apartment to Hueys car.

"Whats up man?" Skeeter said. "I got a question unc. Do you remember a Jazmine Dubois?" Huey ask.

Skeeter took a minute to think, "Yeah, fine little light skin thing that use to live in that old apartment complex down the street from auntie cookie and em." Skeeter said. After getting the information that skeeter could remember, Huey drove off and thought to himself, You can run from the past, but you sure as hell cant hide.