𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇.

seven.

𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐧. 𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 || 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙴, 𝙻𝙰.
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"Ant, why is there papers all over the damn floor?" I sighed leaning down to pick up the scraps of paper that were on the floor.

"I had an art project." He responded while messing around with his hair trying to get his freeform box to sit right.

"Clean up after yourself."

"My bad," He shrugged as I scraped the pieces of paper into the trash can. "You got twenty dollars on you? I need it cause I'm going out with my girl tonight."

"Get a job."

"So I take it that you don't have twenty dollars, that's all you could have said."

"No seriously, get a job. You're old enough to and I'm tired of being the main source of money around here especially since basketball is starting."

"Nobody is hiring a fourteen year old.."

"I got my first job at twelve working at that corner store over on Larson. This the hood, everybody needs help." I said honestly.

Even if it was just babysitting some bad ass kids he had to do something. I was starting to lose track of my studies by over working myself which couldn't be happening cause I definitely needed to graduate.

That's the entire reason I failed chemistry my sophomore and junior year and now had to retake it as a senior, looking dumb. I didn't have the time to study for it and just gave up on it. If I failed again I couldn't graduate this year so I decided to completely lock in.

That's why I got my wonderful tutor now.

"Why can't Essy work?" Ant groaned.

"If we're being traditional, the men are supposed to be the money makers of the household. Essy helps out enough as is by watching the little ones and shit."

It was a total of five of us, counting me. Essence, Anthony, and I were the oldest ones. I was eighteen, Essence was fifteen and Ant was fourteen.

The other two were the twins. Eli and Eve, they were five and bad as hell. I think my mama was on crack when she had them which explains why the act the way they do.

"Traditional roles, my ass. Imma start selling drugs."

"Just don't get yourself killed or locked up. If you're a smart drug dealer, I don't give a damn."

"That's terrible. You're supposed to tell me to never resort to the streets and to find myself a legal job no matter how hard it is." He frowned.

"Not finna lie to you." I shrugged before putting on my off white shoes. I got them when I was scamming my junior year. "I'm finna go out."

Got me a nice lil' amount of money but I had to stop.

"For how long and where you going?" Essy randomly popped up.

"You not my mother."

"I need to know before I order these food plates from that lady down the street."