Payton's POV" Granny, I'm home from school." I yelled as I walked in the door.
" I'm in the kitchen baby." My grandma yelled.
I threw my backpack down. As I walked towards the sound of her voice, the smell of my grandmother's cooking quickly filled my nose.
" Ooooh, whatchu cooking?" I asked as I lifted one of the lids.
My grandma Sydney quickly slapped my hand causing me to put the lid back on.
" Chile, what I done told ya bout doing that while the food cooking." She fussed.
" Well, if you just tell me what you cooking then I wouldn't have to." I laughed.
" Fried chicken, macaroni, collard greens, and corn bread."
" Yeah, I'm finna throw down. Do we got some hot sauce?" I asked.
" No, you gone have to go to the corner sto to get you some." She said turning off the stovetop.
I nodded my head, " Ok, I'll be right back."
I grabbed my gloves, and helmet walking out the house. I walked toward the back of house. I went to the shed unlocking it. I grabbed my dirt bike, and walked it out of the shed. I locked the shed back. I put on my gloves, and helmet. Then, I started my dirt bike, and took off flying down the street.
My name is Payton Legacy Miller. I'm 18 years old born and raised here in South Memphis, TN. I live with my grandma, but that's a story for another day. I'm not your typical girly girl, I'm a tomboy. I don't have any friends that I hang around or talk to on a day to day basis. I mean I've tried, but females be weird as fuck. So, I choose to not have friends. Besides, I think that's the best thing going for me because of the short temper I have.
As I pulled up to the sto. I parked my dirt bike putting it on the kick stand. It was like ya typical hood corner store. People just hanging out and chillin out in the front.
" Aye P, when you gone sell me that m'fer?" A random dude who was always at the sto asked me referring to my dirt bike.
I laughed, " Neva. You always asking me the same thing, and it's always the same answer. It's not fa sell and neva will be."
" You'll change ya mind one day, and until that day I'm gone keep asking." He said confidently.
I laughed and shook my head.
" Wassup, P." The lil bad ass boys who always at the sto said standing up from shooting dice.
" Wassup, TJ, Zay, Byron." I said dapping them up.
" What y'all lil asses doing out hea gambling?" I asked em getting off my dirt bike.
" Shiiddd, you know we gotta get it some how." Zay said to me shrugging his shoulders.
Me and my granny struggling just as hard as anybody else, but I always felt the need to look out fa other people.
" Y'all wanna watch my bike fa me? I'll pay y'all." I said knowing they needed some money.
" Hell yeah!" Byron said quickly.
" Shiddd, fuck watching it! When you gone let me ride dis hoe?" TJ asked admiring my dirt bike.
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Slime Mentality
FanfictionPayton Miller's life take an unexpected turn for the worst. What will she do, and how far is she willing to go to take care of herself? Drastic times calls for drastic measures, right🤔🐍💚🔫?