FBI:Freaky Bae In (The Hood)

"Well, it's not like any of us have ever been in a life-or-death situation before!" Jane said. Everyone around the table nodded, then looked at me when they noticed I wasn't agreeing. "Oh, I have," I said. "But this is the first time I've had an audience."

That’s the funny thing about solo cave diving. It makes you feel alive, because no one will know if you die down there. It’s a crazy hobby, but I love it.

It was my grandma who introduced me to it. She used bring me minerals & fossils from the caves for my birthday. When I was old enough we'd explore together, spelunking & diving, swinging our lights through the dark, scaring bats & finding treasures; that is—until she disappeared.

The next time I saw her she appeared on Instagram Live. But it wasn't just any Instagram Live. It was Tory Lanez's Quarantine Radio. Twerking for some dollar bills. That was the grandma I knew and loved.

Then a knock came on the door in the livestream, it was the fbi. They were screaming to open the door and put their hands behind their back, and punching sounds came through the speaker. Tory Lanez then jumped out of his window, and gunshots were heard through the street.

In the days that followed, it came out the cops were actually looking for a drug dealer that had got countless adults in the city addicted to marijuana. Wrong apartment. Tory had nothing to do with it. The cops released a statement that he died from a glass related incident.