As I walk down the street from school I think about what people say. They say that pleasures out weighs your pain but I beg the differ. My name is Andrea Jamaia Brown im named after my father Adren Jeremiah Brown. Most people call me AJ. I haven't seen my father since I was 10 years old. He got 25 to life from killing my youngest brother because he claimed my mother cheated. My older brother Florence is 19 he's tryna get us out the hood. Florence works 2 jobs to keep us a float but its still not enough he has to pay his rent and half of ours. I told him he need to make his girlfriend work but nah shes to good for that. My mom Beyonca works 10 hours about every night she works as a waitress.
"AJ"I hear someone from behind call my name.
I turn to see who called me. Evan!
"AJ what you doin to night"? He said biting his lip.
I've always thought Evan was super gorgeous. "After I finish my homework I have no plans". I say grabing his hand. "Why"?
"Well I was hoping you'd come to the hukah bar with me." Evan said
"Um ight who all rollin"? I asked
"Well just us unless you wanted someone else to roll to". He said obviously not wanting anyone eles to come
"So like a date"? I say biting my lip.
"Anything could happen right."?
"Hell yeah"! I say leaning in for a kiss
Evan bites his lip and leans in too, but right before we kissed my mother with her big mouth called my name.
"Andrea get yo ass in here"! She said furious.
"Damn it. Comming"! I say
"Yo moma got you on lock don't she"?
"Yeah see you tonight." I tell him.
I walk up the steps of my apartment in the ghettos of Chicago. I walk to the 2nd floor and walk into my apartment.
"Andrea who is that"? My mom says concerned.
"Ma thats Evan" I say
"Andrea I dont want you running around with random boys." My ma says.
"Ma what you mean runnin around with random boys mr and Evan been niggas since 1st grade. Ma im not a hoe."
"Andrea language. And I dont care how long you've known him I care what he wants to do." She says lookin me in my eyes.
"Ma you aint got shit to worry bout." I say
"Andrea watch your mouth."she say
"Ight" I say
"Where are y'all suppose to be going tonight"? She was timied to ask that qustion.
"Um we just gone hang".I say not giving much detail.
"Hang where"? She askes
"Oh um iont really know just hang" I say
"Well you might as well call him and tell him you can't come." She said.
"Ma what you mean." I said pissed.
"Damn."
"Andrea I don't want you running around with him at night. He can come over when im here. But ither than that no Andrea." My ma said.
"Ugh fuck you mean we aint gone do shit damn you act like we planed to fuck." I yelled.
"Andrea clam down". My ma said tryna reson with me.
"Hell nah bitch you fuckin act like I got 3 Babydaddys damn at least I aint got a kid running round here unlike you was." I said and I reget.
"Slap" my ma hit the fuck outta me. I fell to the ground.
"Your fucking grounded and dont leave this god damn house." She said standing over me.
"Ok" I said in a crakled voice.
After my ma left I called my brother to come over.
"Damn AJ what the fuck happend to your face." Florence asked
"Ma hit me". I said lookin at him my face was red it was very noticeable on my middle toned skin.
"Bruh she fucked yo shit up." Florence said. " what did you do"?
"Um I said some shit I shouldn't have said". I say taking a spoonful of the grits Florence made.
"Tipical AJ". He said not surprised.
"Whateva lete use your car tonight." I ask.
"Nah" he replies quckly.
"C'mon Florence let just use your car". I say in a determinate voice.
"No AJ". He says
I guess he aint givin in I guess ima have to just take the keys. I walk into my room and pick iut an outfit. I pick out a blue mini dress with a black mesh top and all black timberlands. I straighten out my long black weave it flows down to the middle of my back. I look in the mirror I need some bling. I walk into my mas room and grab a dimond necklace. Hell yeah I look secy as fuck. I walk out to the living room texting Evan im ready on my iphone 4.
"Where that fuck you going dressed like that".Florence asked.
"Whats worng with it"? I asked.
"Wheres the rest of your dress"? He says standing up.
I wave him off. "Ok Florence im about to leave" I put my arms out for a hug.
"Mmmmmmmm"
He hug me and I take his keys out his pocket. And walk out the door.
YOU ARE READING
pleasures over pain
Teen Fictionthis is just a little something I had in my head. PLEASE DO NOT STEAL ANYTHING FROM THIS BOOK EVERYTHING IS COPY WRITTEN. Andrea Jamaia is a 16 year old girl she is brown skin kinda light. Evan is 17 he kinda dark skin and has tattoos.
