𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑽𝟏━━━━━ 𝒌𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒌𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔

★𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐭 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩 𝟏) ★

𝑨𝑻𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑨, 𝑮𝑬𝑶𝑹𝑮𝑰𝑨: 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺 𝑲𝑬𝑳𝑳𝒀'𝑺 𝑪𝑹𝑰𝑩. -𝟏𝟏:𝟏𝟔 𝑨𝑴.

𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑷𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑲𝑬𝑳𝑳𝒀 𝑷𝑶𝑽:

i let out my big yawn. damn do i have to get up today? i move around my bed, my hand slapping a pillow off my bed. "uhhhhh." i groan, finally opening my eyes, blinking real slow. i stretch out my limbs and finally get out of bed. i stand up and walk ova' to my mirror. did i mention i just slap random ass sticky notes on their? weird ik. i scan the sticky notes, looking for 7/10/91. "aigh here we go. 'go to tha mall with chris at 12PM.' 

i sigh and rub my face, then i slowly walk out my room to tha bathroom. i close tha door and turn on tha lights, staring at myself in tha mirror. "shii, ima be late." i mumbled, and i walked ova to tha shower and set it on cold, why cold you ask? cuz, cold showers are tha best. simple.

i take off ma clothes and get into tha shower, and the cold water sends chills through out my body. ian gon lie, i stayed in that bitch for a long time. soon i got out and wrapped a towel round' my waist.

since im already in tha bathroom, i decide to jus do everything at once. i ofc brushed my teeth, washed my face, as i said i dried off, all tha basic hygiene shit.

 i finished and walk to my room, locking tha door. i pick out size 32 jeans, and an undershirt. idgaf how i look, all i know is that i'll look fly regardless. i put on some cologne and lotion ma self, cuz ian tryna be ashy. since im done getting ready by now, i walk downstairs and put my shoes on, AKA tha newest jordans. "aigh im ready ma." i sigh, standing up from tying my shoes. my mom nods and grabs her purse, and we walk out tha door.

she started tha car and now were driving. im blasting N.W.A since there tha best rap-group out there. my mom clearly hates all tha cussin but she doesn't mind, as long as its not to loud. anyways we reached tha mall, and she decides to jus drop me off at tha entrance.

"be safe baby, and call me if ANYTHING, and i mean ANYTHING happends. love you." she demands, kissing my cheek and hugging me. "aight, bye ma love ya too." i put my flip phone in my pocket and shut tha car door, and wave goodbye. i then walk into the mall.

JULY 10, 1991. ATLANTA LOCAL MALL, 12:15 PM.

i observe my surroundings first. "wheres smith, wheres smith." i whisper to myself, and i start to look around for smith. soon i spot him at a food-court table, in which i jog over to him. "ay wassup' cuh'?" i greet as i dap him up. "ain't a thang but a chicken wang." "word."

i hug AJ. "hey lil sis." i tease, tilting my head. she rolls her eyes and ignore me. and then i slide ova to ma girl, ma woman, ma wifey. i hug ha and she kiss me. istg this girl a lil off tha chain, ian gon lie. "wassup chris?" she smiles, holding my hand. "wassup moe?" i return, chuckling at tha end.

We walked through the mall, and we noticed a very famous rap group. we all look at eachother. "silk tymes leather?!" moe and AJ looked at eachother and whispered, smiling. if you didn't mf know, STL is a female rap trio produced by tha one and only: jermaine dupri! we all walk over.

"omg can we get an autograph?" moe ask, a pearly smile on her face. she pulled out a small notepad for them to sign. see i personally didn't listen to them, tha girls did. a tall lady with a brown bob nodded and signed her name. but what caught me and smith's eye was a short, black man with sum twist staring at us.

"do yall rap or dance by any chance?" he asked us, taking his hands out his jacket. smith just shrugs. "yeah we rap and dance a lil bit." he responded, looking at me. the man nodded. "well im jermaine dupri if you don't know me, and i would like to manage yall yk? if your dreams are ta be rap-stars ofc." he extended his hand. me and smith nodded and he shakes both. "i consider yall my new lil...recruits." he smirks. he gives us a card wit all tha info on it.

i called up my mama on my lil flip phone. "aight cool, bye ma love you." i shut tha phone, and me and smith sit down on tha bench. AJ sits next to smith and moe sits on my far right. so were all just chatting right? now some random tall nigga walks up too us, a ski mask on and a black jacket with his jeans hung low. 

"ay lil nigga." he starts, grabbing smith by tha collar. smith gritted his teeth. the nigga brings smith closer to his face, in which now i stand up and push tha guy. "fuck you doin' cuh?" i question, a mean glare on my face. now AJ and moe join in, and AJ jumps on his back, which makes the guy drop smith on tha concrete. he had a scratch on his arm.

the guy stumbles back into a tree, in which AJ is pushed up again a rough tree. she yelps in pain, her face scrunched up. moe runs over and pushes the guy, in which AJ falls onto tha ground with tha guy, but she rolls away holding her hand. im guessing something cut her hand, cuz ha shit was bleeding.

smith and me run over and start punch tha guy, even stealing some of his cash. he deserved it, lets be deadass.

my mom finally comes, and we all were actually at the entrance now, we decided to move away from the previous incident... we all walk to tha car, and AJ is holding ha hand which just has napkins on it. "oh shit- AJ what happend?!" my mom questioned, putting AJ's hand in hers. AJ jus shrugs. "nuthin really, i just hit sumthin' sharp." 

so we went to drop off moe, which ha house was kinda far ian gon lie. we reach and my mom turns tha music down. "alright hun i'll see you soon okay?" my mom smiles, and moe gets out tha car and walks over to ha side and hugs her. "thanks ms. kelly!" 

hey yall, i hope yall enjoy tha now revised version of this chapter. your gonna soon notice that every chapter fo' s1 is gonna be changed eventually, so yea you won't have to read my shitty writing again. anyways ty for reading <3

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