DRUG MONEY

chapter 1: The New Kid

Let me get this over with, Amaru sighed walking up to the boy. "My name is Amaru" Amaru said uninterested as he shook his new neighbor's hand.

"I'm Stacy" the boy said as if Amaru was the first boy that took any time to consider him.

He was a chubby, dark, ugly boy that Amaru could take one good look at him and tell that he was withdrawn from the other kids at school. Amaru cursed his mother for forcing him to being friendly to the Williams' son that just moved in next door.

"I'm 10 and in the 5th grade. I don't have a Pops in my life no more" Amaru told him figuring he wouldn't have anyone else to tell the information to.

"I just turned 11 and I stayed back in the 1st grade so I'm in the 5th grade still. My daddy abuses my mama for being a hoe"

Amaru busted out in laughter mainly because Stacy was so pathetic to him. He put a hand to Stacy's back leading him out of the apartment complex and to the playground that was behind the building.

"Mama told me to watch out for you since you're new to the place but as long as you don't ask too much questions and you make friends with the right people you'll be alright. " Amaru instructed more than suggested .

Stacy shrugged "how did your daddy die?"He asked.

Amaru rubbed his forehead "you already starting to break one of the rules" he stated.

Stacy put a hand over his mouth vowing not to speak again.

They sat themselves down on a swing and swung themselves back and forth as the two watched at the drug negotiation that was taking place.

"That's Bullet and Reef- two niggas that's gonna end up dead or in jail. They ought to for killing Benny" Amaru sounded like his mother "at least that's what they say" he corrected himself. 2 Stacy, Amaru looked like he was in a far place in his head " rule #3: never be afraid of guns"Amaru said.

11 yr old Stacy said nothing as he saw Amaru speak softly 2 himself with a long face glued on.Stacy stopped swinging and eyed Amaru 4 a long while. where ever he is n his head he must get lonely up there by himself just thinking. maybe it was a made up place that Amaru only knew of and he was king . Maybe he was in a world where he unraveled his feeling that he couldn't hold 2 himself. Maybe....

Anthony says his thoughts out loud just like Amaru 15 yr old Stacy thought as Amaru drove his mother's car out to an open freeway.

Anthony and stacy were behind the passenger seat of the car waiting to get to their designation. Anthony was tapping his foot while he smoked a fat marijuana blunt telling a story about the time him and his girlfriend fucked underneath Bare high school staircase. Stacy listened to every detail knowing that it was just Anthony rambling again. As Anthony spoke, stacy kept an eye on the AK-47 on his lap wondering how Amaru got a hold of such weapon.

"anthonthy" Amaru called when he reached a stop"u better not be a bitch when we get to the store. If u have 2, u shooting everyone up in there!"

Anthony cocked his gun.

amaru and Anthony were getting ready to do a robbery. amaru called the robbery "hopping on the back of the truck" because that's exactly what they were gonna do. They knew the schedule for the truck delivery for foot locker and Whenever the latest designer outfits would drop Amaru made sure to get it and he was definitely not paying for them.

"Stace, u the look out and me and ant gonna go fuck up the truck driver".

Stacy nodded and let the two lead themselves out of the car.

They covered their faces with black masks that were once skullies 2 keep their heads warm. When they disappeared stacy didn't expect them to return but he started up the engine just in case.He wondered what Terrance was doing. Probably at home in bed feeling cozy that he rejected amaru's offer to hop on the back of the truck. Somehow Terrance always seemed to keep himself out of serious trouble despite his relationship with Amaru and Anthony-the two craziest niggas on earth - he'd like to say. To his surprise, the two crazy niggas rushed back into the car with blood dripping down their clothes and bag full of designer clothes in it . "drive! drive! drive!"the two screeched at the top of their lungs. The car wheels never spun any faster. Stacy did the best he could at driving at the rate of high speed getaway. When they were back on the freeway Amaru started to breathe better. "oh shit! What the fuck!"Amaru said with approval "now that's how u hop on the back of the truck!" Anthony turned cocky "I know my nigga my aim was on point" he turned 2 stacy "that nigga was about to call the cops what was I supposed to do?" stacy said nothing "he wouldn't ever do nothing like that he's a good church boy" Amaru answered 4 him rubbing the drivers head. "fuck yall I could've done that shit but I don't kill people 4 nothing". "U don't have the least bit of heart 2 "Amaru sized him" why u think I never gave u a gun and I got u as look out? " "Cause last time we did this shit his pussy ass almost got us caught "Anthony reminded. "u don't know what the fuck I got in my pockets talking about me not having a gun. Like I need ur shitty ass pistol" stacy retorted. A .45 revolver was pointed at stacy's temple "maybe u forgot who u were talking to but I aint ur mama. If u forget again I might have 2 blast ur ass"Amaru threatened. Stacy chucked at the gun "Rule #3: never be afraid of guns" Amaru put the gun down and chucked with him.that's how their bond was: Amaru got mad and threw a fit and stacy did the same but at the end of the day they were still cool with each other. after the laughter stopped, silence took form in the car.somehow to Amaru the silence was a his silent cry to God 4 forgiveness and his way of paying respects to the man Anthony had killed.