~Hood Girl~

001

Los Angeles, California

Just coming from buying a couple smoke sheets at the corner store, I was on my way to Quinton's house. The sun was beaming on my skin, so I put up my hoodie to try and shade my skin away. I walked pretty slow holding my hands in my pocket stepping up to the sidewalks. Many people were looking at me crazy like I was on the wrong side of Los Angeles, I was in the Modest area. But i'm not from Cali so I thought nothing at all of it. Quinton had a pretty big house, nowhere close to where i'm from, we lived in small apartments or towe up houses. I turned on some of my music from Spotify on my Iphone. I walked up to his porch with my head down watching where I step, un-pausing the music, playing the song "38k" By JayDaYoungan turning the volume all the way up. As I was opening up the door I began rapping. 

Tylasia- "Who want spoke? We on go, let me know, I'm from that 4!"  I sang while Bobbing my head.

I opened the door, and my baggy pants started to fall a little bit. I walked in the house and closed and locked it back. I was stared at by Quinton with that same ole' frightened look.

Tylasia- "Umm, wassup!" I said while walking into the kitchen punching him in his non- shirt wearing bare chest.

Quinton- "Ow, I'm telling my mommy." He said while crossing his arms around his chest.

I mugged while walking across the kitchen to get to the table until I looked back and noticed somebody else was there, sitting on the couch eating pizza, without a shirt on as well. He was looking for me to greet him first I guess because he didn't say anything while on his phone until I said something to him.

Tylasia- "Oh, hey... wait I like that hat, that's fire." I said gesturing towards his green hat on his head.

Kobe- "Wassup." He said while looking up just a little bit to see what I looked like.

And instead of him saying thank you for the compliment of the hat, he just rubbed the top of his hat simply, smiled and looked straight down at his phone again. I just shuck my head, and went straight to that table I was looking forward to going to in the first place and sitting down, with my right leg resting on top of the glass, grabbing me a couple smokes out of my back pocket, ripping apart the paper to get me a couple sheets to put my weed in. I looked up to see Quinton looking at me crazy with his mouth open and started to speak.

Quinton- "Oh my God, I told you to stop."  He rested his elbow onto the counter like he was lecturing me.

Tylasia- "Shut up." I said while looking down at my hand rolling up.

The boy on the couch giggled looking up at us for about 2 seconds then looked back at his phone. I then forgot about my music and decided to play my B*tch don't kill my vibe playlist, and play some snoop dogg. I went scrolled down 23 songs, to find the right one and pressed the  play button on "Gin N' Juice". I was bobbing my head aggressively which gave me reason to now smoke some weed, I had a head ache. The boy on the couch was bobbing his head a little too smiling down at his phone, but Quinton sighed and just had to interrupt.

Quinton- "Can you not bring your hoodness up in-" I had cut him off rapping my part of the song very loudly making him know I was disrespecting him on purpose.

Tylasia- "ROLLIN' DOWN 'NA STREET, SMOKIN' INDO, SIPPIN' ON GIN AND JUICE"  I was still bobbing my head, lickin' the sheet to roll it up, and Quinton just went back into the kitchen sighing and shaking his head, throwing away a plate I guess he had ate pizza on.

I got my lighter and fired up, smoking away, I got high pretty fast just laughing and every once in awhile looking around to see blurriness. I then began to be funny giggling away, asking around the boy on the couch and Quinton a question.