𝙄𝙣𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 | 𝖄𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌 𝕳𝖚𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖗

Chapter 8

Ralph woke up, with small dents in the skin on his face from the pillow. He fixed his hair and stood up, putting on his orange button-up shirt on, quickly pushing the buttons through their slots, and sitting down on his bed. Ralph played with his hands, waiting for the guard in juvie to unlock the cell doors and let him get something to eat. Juvie ain't all that bad.. I mean they got separate showers, unlike prison. Thankfully randoms don't gotta see all your stuff out like that. Ralph was just getting used to being in juvie, in reality, it was bad. This was going on his record. But at this point his record no longer matters, he's trapped inside this business of selling weed, probably for the rest of his life. Ralph won't have any other job opportunities in life anymore.

After a couple of minutes of playing with his hands and thinking to himself, Ralph heard the keys jingling as the guard slowly unlocked cell after cell, opening it up to all the other boys in juvie to get their breakfast, his eyes darted up at the door, waiting on his turn to get some food. Peter was still asleep, on the top bunk.

"Alright, get out and go eat! You should know how this works by now," the guard shouted into Ralph and Peter's cell, which scared Peter awake. Peter sat up in his bed. He slept with all of his juvie clothes on, they were completely wrinkled. Ralph sped out of the cell door, and ran over to the line to get lunch.

"Looks like somebody got some good sleep in here," a kid in juvie said while punching Ralph in the arm lightly, "hey man shut up!" Ralph said while chuckling, "but seriously though, it was some great sleep," Ralph added on, "yeah well not that many of us get that much great sleep in here, we wake up and daydream about getting out of this place, trying to imagine what life is like on the outside of these brick and concrete walls. Man life was great before getting locked up." This random kid wasn't just random, his name was Clay, he's been here for quite some time, more than most kids that were here actually. Clay had always been dreaming about what life is like outside of juvie now. But he had to face a couple more months in here, he got locked up for armed robbery, and one of his gang members actually pulled the trigger on a guy. "Yeah, it's like that, except I can't really relate since I just got here.. I'm actually getting released in a couple days." As Ralph said that, Clay's pupils dilated, he seemed so jealous of Ralph and how he was getting out of juvie in like 3 more days. 

Ralph sat down at a table with his new juvie friends. Everyone spoke and laughed, but Ralph stared down at his tray, zoned out. Damn I just wanna get outa here.. gotta get back to moving weed again, that's my life now. Then Ralph felt a sudden tap on his shoulder, "you good yo?" It was Peter, checking up on Ralph, who was acting strange today. Ralph's eyes shot up from his tray, "yeah, I'm fine, just daydreamin' 'bout gettin' outa here, y'know?" Ralph rubbed his eyes. "Well you ain't the only one tryna get out of here, tell you that," Peter said, whilst returning to eating his breakfast. Ralph stared back down at his tray, this time picking up a spork and a plastic knife, and eating it. This food isn't the greatest but it's better than nothin' I guess.. Ralph continued to dig in his food.

A guard walked up behind Ralph, barely making a sound, "hey, step aside and talk to me for a second.." Ralph jumped, spilling a little food on the cafeteria table, but ignored it and got up, and started to walk over to the guard. What does this guy want from me..? Ralph stood in front of the guard and spoke, "what's up yo?" The guard looked down at Ralph, and responded to the confused Ralph, "you're bailed out 'yo'." The guard said mockingly. However that didn't anger Ralph, instead he felt a rush of relief that he was finally out of juvie. "Alright, where is my clothing that I had on when I was arrested?" Ralph asks, hoping to see his legendary outfit once again. Those baggy jeans, the beanie, and an NFL jersey. "You'll get it on your way out. It's hard to miss with all those oversized clothes you've got on son." The guard replied while opening the doors for him to exit. Ralph looked back one last time, and waved at all the friends he had made in juvie. Finally, he exits.

*Zip!* Ralph puts his outfit back on, and fixes his baggy jeans. He was finally free once again. Ralph stood there and felt the breeze of the outdoors hit his skin, the cars that passed by would create even more wind that rushed against him. Ralph pulled out his flip phone that he now had possession of once again. There were multiple missed calls from Kendrich from the previous days, and one from a couple minutes ago. Ralph's eyes widened quickly.. Did Prince bail me out? Ralph quickly dialed Prince's number and waited for about 5 seconds until someone picked up on the other end, "yo Ralph?" Kendrich asked on the other end of the call, "you bailed me out?" Ralph asked while looking around him outside, "hell yeah I did, you're my best seller, I need you man, your friends are clueless without you." Kendrich responded. Best seller..? Ralph felt honored knowing that he meant this much to a weed kingpin. Ralph held so much honor.

5 minutes.. 10 minutes.. 15 minutes.. 30 minutes.. Ralph lost track, where was Prince? Finally a lowrider took a turn in front of the juvenile detention center that Ralph stood in front of. "Come on lil' man." Prince said while rolling his window down. After looking around for a couple of seconds, making sure nobody was watching him, Ralph sighed and entered the passenger seat of the lowrider. "Man this ride is fuckin' boring," Kendrich said while switching on the radio in the car. It began to play 90's hip-hop. Music that people go crazy about these days. "Now that shit's a lot better," Kendrich said while grinning. Ralph looked out the window, but not for long, he felt a little punch on his shoulder.

"Hey, I know you just got out but.. lately there's been some new fuckheads on the street, selling bricks of coke! Can you believe that shit man? It's wild," Kendrich said while reaching in his waistband, "now this is a crazy.. CRAZY! Job that I need from you. But you still a little punk kid, nobody really cares about you just kinda.. sitting there I guess," Prince pulled out a small, 9mm pistol that Ralph couldn't identify at first, "this is a Glock 43, alright.. now I need you to go on those streets, and pop a n*** in the head, the coke slingers obviously, not just some random.. got it?" Ralph gasped at the sighting of the pistol and mission assigned to him, "man I just got released and you need me killing? Shit! This is real risky man, even if I'm lil' I can still get locked up for YEARS.." Prince gave Ralph a cold, threatening stare. "Alright I-I'll do it.." Ralph responded after seeing the way Prince was looking at him. Slowly, Ralph took the Glock and tucked it away in his waistband, then he tightened his belt a little more, so that the Glock wouldn't come loose and fall out of his pants.

"Ima drop you off for the day, get some rest, enjoy your first day out, do whatever, but tomorrow I'm gonna take you to that street and you're gonna go pop a bitch in the mothafuckin' head."