What A Life

Chapter One -

"Just give me two twenties." She replied.

As a drug dealer at 19 years old, Kelsey Blaid was very smart. She had street smarts, and even potential to go to college. After she graduated from high school, all she wanted to do was make a few more drops and get out the game, but trouble seemed to always follow her. She knew Detroit like the back of her hand. She knew the thugs, the dealers, the takers, even a few drug lords. She put all her money in her bank account, for her future. It was not far from 7 mill. As soon as she hit 9 mill which would most likely take 2 years to get to, she would get our of Detroit and start out fresh. She had been in the game since she was 15, she had a mother that died ODing, and her father was no where to be found. After her mother died, she started selling drugs, she never got a taste of em though. The farthest she ever went was smoking a blunt with a few friends. She feared no bitch and trusted no hoe. She was all she had in this world and that was always how it would be. She never thought about prostitution or becoming a stripper, she knew she didn't have the body for that. She was light skin, flat stomach, and was about 5'3 and a half.

After being raped at the age of 11, and abandoned at 16 with no family, she finished high school and got multiple college applications, but she didn't want college, she just wanted a new life. Where she could be free.

"Aiight." The dirty, dark skin man took the small bag of snow [nickname for cocaine] out of her hand and gave her two twenties dollar bills and walked away.

She pulled up her hood and walked to her BMW, she had to change the license plate over five times due to some snitches. She cranked the engine and burned rubber getting home.

As soon as she got in the door, she cooked something and went to sleep only to wake up later that night and do another drop.

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I licked and rolled up my fat blunt, "My nigga, what you smoking?" One of my boys asked.

"A blunt, yo greedy ass ain't getting nun of my shit."

At 20 years old, Jermaine William was top boss around the street of Detroit. He had had been selling dope since 13, he was done with the thug life... well almost. Once he found him a lil shorty to settle down with, he would be done. He had nothing in his life to encourage him to stop. He was a sinner and he knew he would sin again, but God was always on his side.

"Whatever. You comin to with me to this club or what?"

"Nigga, I'm coming!" He got up, went to his room, took a quick shower, brushed his hair and put on some cargo's with a white wife beater and some bred 11's.[A/N: sorry if you don't know what they are, Im addicted to Jordans, google them.]

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Once we arrived the club was packed, I was at the bar and got a few shots, down them bitches and was ready to go, when someone caught my eye.

Damn, was all I could think.

She had curly brown hair, but I could tell if she straightened it, it would stop at get mid back. She had on a skin tight blue Mini dress and some black pumps, dancing with this light skin girl.

I walked up to her, slowly. I ain't wanna seem to forward, but damn, ma had the ass, the hips, the titties, everything.

I guess she caught me staring cause she turned her head and smirked.

"Wassup?" She asked.

"Nothing, just enjoying my view ma."

"Mmm. Jermaine?"

"Yeah, What's yo name?" I was known to many in the streets, so I already knew how she knew my name.

"Kelsey." When she said that I don't know why but my heart picked up. She wasn't at the top of the list but she wasn't far from it in the list of most known drug dealers.

"So you what everybody talking bout." I replied.

"Aye, we gotta roll." My boy, Keevon said.

"Ima meet you at the car, give me a minute." I said.

I wrote my number down on a napkin and gave it to Kelsey, "Look me up."

I got up, kissed her on her cheek and left with a smirk.

Damn, she already got me whooped.