Slight trigger warning y'all.
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"Don't you think she a lil too young for this shit man?"
"Wasn't yo mama not a lil too young to pop you out but look where we are." I mumble which causes the group of boys around us to laugh and T3 to glare at me.
Ain't nothing he ain't never done before ion like his ass and he don't like mine. Don't make no difference me.
I ain't join this shit to be nobody friend anyways.
"They gotta start young, ain't nobody too young to start making money." Jay chuckles as we all get into his car.
It was me, Shawn, T3, KD and Khalid. We was about to go rob some store downtown. Shit it ain't my proudest moment but I need the money and there ain't no other way else I'm gon' make it.
I don't got time to be sitting around on some dead end job my bills ain't gon' pay themselves.
I might be only fourteen but I've provided way more then my mama ever could and that's on my dead daddy.. well he's not actually dead but to me he is so same thing.
It's just me and my sister.. she can go to hell. I'm tryna make it outta here for us. I already got a couple hundreds saved just a few more.
I gotta be legal first but until then I'mma keep grinding.
To cut the long story short it went well. It's the hood don't nobody care 'bout what we doing.
We making our money and that's what matters.
Jay counts a few hundreds and place them in my hands, "Ya did good kid, now get outta here." I mugged him for the term.. I ain't no kid.. contrary to popular belief.
Although people already told me to stop messing around with him and his group of friends. I just really can't.
I know it look weird to see a 14 year old girl hanging around a group of 19- 20 year old boys but really they're like brothers to me.. well all except T3 stupid ass.
They picked me up at my lowest point. I'm kinda indebted to them in a way.
I know they'd never fuck me over as I'd never do the same as well.
We a family period.
I take the long walk to my house. I'd kept the money I'd made in my jacket pocket humming to my self as I walked down the streets.
"You out here humming and shit yet ya mama passed out cold on the park bench!" It was Sharon old nagging ass. The woman been a pain in the behind since my mama moved us over here about two years ago.
Taking a detour, I go towards the almost abandoned park in our neighborhood where sure enough my mama was passed out on the cold, dirty park bench probably from whatever she'd mixed up today.
I tried helping her up but trust me taking her from there to our house wasn't easy.. not in the slightest bit.
Having a druggie dead beat mother sure isn't fun.
People stared at me with sympathetic, pitying looks as I walked by their houses which made me all the more sick not only that but angry as well.
I was angry at everything. My mother, my home life, my life in general.... Myself.
I spot my lil sister out on the porch waiting for me. She'd most likely just got out of school.
I'd love to tell you I attended school as well but with everything going on in my life right now trust me that was the least of my problems.
