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That night time seemed to crawl slowly as his thoughts began to conquer his consciousness. What was left of the day seemed to have rushed by only bringing him closer to a cold and lonely night. He never left back out of the house. People came by, he never answered. He just sat there trying to figure out what in the hell was he to do now. He was only fourteen. How was he to go on taking care of himself and three others. But he couldn't lose the rest of his family. He had no one to turn to. The closest family he had was Charles and he was gone. What if the government tried to take him and his sisters away. What could he do? Was it a way around it. I mean, the town was small enough where no one would really notice. Maybe he could keep up with everything like normal and no one would ever find out. 

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He planned on trying to go about his days as though nothing had happened. He figured it couldn't be that hard. After all, his mom had never been there anyway so all he had to do was keep up with his normal routine. When the alarm went off that morning so did the alarm in his head. He was all about business at that moment and knew that he had to become someone completely different. He got the girls up and got them ready for school. It was quite cold outside so he made sure they had on enough clothes. They were all packed up and Ashley was stuffing the last of her homework in her backpack as they heard the bus pull up. They all left out for their bus and Zack bid them a good day. On a typical day Zack would be leaving out behind them but he decided to stay back so that he could plan out his next move...

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What do I do

What do I do

I have to be specific

cuz in these times 

and in this place

i should be the dependent

but the tables are turned

and I've learned that my table is more so flipped

I'm in a bind and now i gotta grind 

and find what makes the world tick

it's morbid

this position I'm in

but failures not an option

so if I'm a sell this weed

I ain't gonna be smokin' 

so I'ma start detoxin'

There is endless opportunity out here

I just gotta be easy to reach

so maybe it's time to live a life of crime

and take over these city's streets

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There were so many indescribable emotions flowing through his veins at that moment in time that he lost most of himself in his ambition. Some could argue that he became a bit crazy. But being crazy was the only sanity he had. He had no options though, or at least he felt he didn't. He had already pushed himself in the position to make money in this town. So he sat down and bagged up three ounces of weed. He sat the money he had already made down on the table. It was around five hundred and eighty five dollars. Which was enough for now, but Zack needed wayyyy more. He needed to be able to make that in one hour. He started to map out the city in order to see a clearer vision of the task at hand. He made himself a goal to try and sell at least three ounces a day since he had bagged up that much anyway. He put the money in his jacket pocket, the bagged up weed in the front pocket of his backpack, and the rest of the uncut weed underneath the sink in the kitchen. Now how was he to let people know he was open for business. Maybe if he just sat on the porch. But it was cold outside and he didn't want to freeze. So he decided to just get on his bike and ride around. Maybe people would see him and stop him. Now that he thought about it, he should've went to school because that's where all of his clientele was. Other than Simeon. Wait! Simeon had asked him to come back by yesterday. Maybe Simeon knew more people who wanted to buy weed. 

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So he left out of the house to head towards Simeon's. As he left out the house, there was a familiar car sitting out front. He saw that same car yesterday some time. The window rolled down and it was Simeon. "Get in," Simeon said. So Zack dropped his bike and walked to the passenger seat. It was a Mercedes. He had never been in a car this nice before. He was a bit excited. His childish mind instantly took over and he started to fiddle with just about everything. Simeon said, "What happened to you yesterday? You missed out on a lot of money. Just about everyone that comes in there was looking for you. But they buy like I do. Not just a sack or two at a time. And I figured you wouldn't be going to school today. So I say we can make you a couple of quick dollars today. You're going to act like you work at my restaurant for today and make you some sales." Simeon had not started moving the car yet. He added "Go get all your weed and your scale. You're gonna need it." Zack didn't know what to say so he did as he was told. When he got back in the car Simeon began driving and talking.

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I know what happened with your moms kiddo

but look don't sweat it

I'm gonna help you through 

and I don't want you to regret it

You in a privileged position

you can become more powerful than us all

this is only the beginning, this is just starting off small

I can guide you to the top

but with power comes 'sponsibility

as long as you remember 

with dignity you accept humility

keep your head held high

and your chest poked out

and stand on what you believe in

without a shadow of a doubt

I'm here to back you up

I see something in you that's amazing

right now, this is a means to an end

but it'll be the world that you're eventually saving

so stick by me kid

and we're gonna change the world

but now we will be the necessary evil

and emerge as saviors from our own turmoil

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Zack didn't know what the hell Simeon was talking about so he just agreed. Sounds like he was saying some of the same things that Zack had been thinking about all night but Zack wasn't quite sure. They got to the restaurant and went in. There were already a lot of people inside sitting down having breakfast. As Simeon and Zack walked in everyone looked up. This was unusual for a kid to not be at school so they automatically knew who the kid was. The word had already spread like wildfires that it was a kid that was selling weed and Charles was no longer selling. Simeon pointed to a booth in the back corner and told Zack to chill out over there. Zack walked over, tossed his bag in the seat and sat down. He sat there for a few moments and instantly got bored. He didn't wanna just sit there staring out the window because he knew that his mind would wonder too far off track.

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He looked up and realized someone had been been standing there. "Yea. What's up?" Zack said. "Let me get a half," the man said. "Don't you work here?" Zack asked. The guy sat down at the table. "Look kid.This is how it works. I take the orders. I tell you the orders. I give you the money for the orders. You get the orders ready. I come back and deliver the orders. you pay me for my services. Everyone gets what they want and everyone is happy." "Wait. I gotta pay you? Why I gotta pay you?" Zack asked. "'Cuz i'm doin' all the leg work. unless you want everybody coming over here seeing all that weed in your bag." Good point. "Well... How much i gotta pay you?" "Well  if anyone buys in here the prices are inflated. Since we own the market and have no competition we can set prices as low or as high as we want to." This sounded like economics class to Zack. Zack agreed and the man got up and left, but not before Zack read his name tag. Terrell. So he made up the order and Terrell came back for the exchange and with several new orders. They made these exchanges for a few and then it got slow. So far Zack had sold about four and a quarter ounces and had made about a twelve hundred seventy five dollars. So basically he figure he could sell in increments of 75 five dollars, with a quarter being seventy five and an ounce for three hundred. 

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But Terrell had a different idea. "In a few minutes it'll be lunch time. I'm driving the prices up and i'm telling the customers you got better quality. So the ounce is going to be 350, Half is 175, and a quarter is 85. The more money I make you, the more you can pay me." It was a bit crazy but Zack wanted to see if it could work. Simeon came out of the back for a while to check on everything but he saw that Terrell was handling everything quite well as he had planned. With the next wave of customers the prices had risen and no one minded paying it because they couldn't get it anywhere else. By the time school was about to let out Zack had thirty three hundred dollars and he had two and a quarter ounces left as well as the three ounces he had bagged up that morning. He could probably get some of that off by selling to his classmates. He started to pack up his things so he could try and catch up with everyone.

But Terrell wasn't finished. "What's wrong? Where you goin'? How much we got left?" Terrell asked. "Ummmm. I got like 2 and a quarter left that ain't bagged up." Zack said. "How much you got bagged?" Terrell started "We gotta get rid of everything you got right now. This the time when the big money come in. They don't take the same lunch breaks as everyone else so they basically all the business owners in town. I can probably get all of that off easy." Zack didn't know what to say. So he just sat back down and let Terrell do what he did best, Sell. And he did exactly that. Somehow he got two guys to buy the remaining five and a quarter ounces as is for a set price of fifteen hundred. He came over to Zack and said "put your scale in your pocket and take everything out of the bag except the weed. We'll get you a new bag." Zack was a bit confused but his confusion left when Terrell handed him the money. Terrell gave the bag to the two gentlemen and they looked very satisfied with their purchase. Terrell told Zack to follow him and they went in the back to Simeon's office. "you all out?" Simeon asked Zack. "Yea, but i can get more." Zack replied quickly. "Okay well let's count what we got so far." Simeon said. "4800, I been keeping track." Terrell added as Zack pulled out the money and sat it on Simeons desk. Simeon started separating the bills and told Zack to start counting. Zack counted and began handing everything he counted back to Simeon. Simeon recounted and in the end they both counted 4800.00. "Its extra here," Simeon said questioningly to Zack. "Oh that's from what I sold yesterday." Zack said. Simeon took out that extra money and handed it to Zack. Zack just held it in his hand. Then Simeon took out a calculator and said "It's about 2 something," while looking at his watch. "So Terrell did about 5 hours for you. We can give him 360 dollars. And I get 15 percent for allowing you to conduct your business in my facility which is 960.00. Now that leaves you with 3480.00. Now what I offer you is Terrell's services daily. You can bring us more marijuana and we will distribute it as we have done today and the prices will stay the same. You can come pick up money weekly, every Sunday to be exact, but we will need a steady flow of product. today was special circumstances because people had to re-up but we can do about 2 to three pounds a week here and at another location. "

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Zack stood there thinking as Simeon slid him his cut of the money. He had seen plenty of movies and thought to himself "Damn i'm finna be just like Scarface." So he agreed to Simeon's terms and he told them he would go get more weed and bring it to them. Simeon said "let me take you somewhere first." So he and Zack got into the car and rode to a nearby phone store. They went in and Simeon said, "You need a phone so I can contact you anytime and anywhere. So get you a phone." Zack looked around at the phones and decided to get a Samsung Galaxy. He paid about 900.00 for it and Simeon said I added you to my bill but you gonna pay your own part." Zack agreed and began playing around with the phone. First thing he did was make a Facebook account. That way he could stay up to date with all his friends. And he made a twitter account too.                                           

Simeon gave him Terrell's number as he dropped him back to the house. And just in time because the girls' bus was pulling up. He met them as Simeon pulled off and let them in the house. They all came in and Zack made them start on their homework. He told them he would bring them home some food a little later as he got ready to leave back out. He had to get to Charles' house to get some more weed. He hopped on his bike and took that long bike ride towards Charles' house. He had a lot of time to reflect over everything that had just happened today. And overall he came to the conclusion that he had done a good thing because he didn't even have to sell anything. That was probably the most awesome thing about it. He felt like the man. He had 3480.00 for another pound of weed but he could give them more than a pound and he could sell a pound himself. So he decided he was gonna give them two pounds and get one for himself. It's Wednesday and he figured he could have the money back Sunday like Simeon said. He finally made it to Charles' house and his phone went off as he was going inside. It was a text message.