Dozonte, wake up and find a job "my grandmother yells from the other room.
Grandmaaaaaa " I groaned,. The sun was beaming through the cracks of my torn up blinds. I quickly put the covers back over my head.
DOZONTE! " she yells again". Suddenly she comes in and pulls the covers off my head.
Boy, you really need to get off your ass and get a job it's 12 o'clock in the afternoon and you're still sleep and it stinks in here I done told you about smoking weed in my house " she rolls her eyes and walks out.
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I get up and start my daily routine. I need to get out of this house before my aggravating sister comes home she's 14 , her name is Yanna. We've been staying with our grandma since our mother died 8 years ago. She was 6 and I was 14. I didn't know my father and Yanna's father been in prison all her life but my mom made sure she knew who her dad was. He writes her letters all the time. I took it very hard my momma was my heart and soul. She died in a car accident. Every since then I've been thuggin it with Irma Mae. I love that old woman too death but she's been on my ass about getting a job lately. I've been in trouble with the law a couple times but grandma always gets me out of those sticky situations! I walk out of my room to my grandma yelling. "Boy take that trash out it's been sitting here slap full for 3 days"
Yes ma'am " I muttered, still groggy from just getting out of bed. I love my OG too death but lately she's been on my ass about every little thing. I take the trash out and put it in the dumpster outside.
What's up my nigga, you finally up " my homeboy yells from across the street.
What's up my boy " I yell back"
We walk up to each other and dap each other up.
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My boy Emeril has been riding with me since 9th grade. We used to do most of our dirt together. It came to a point where me and him was always in detention together. He was always there for me and I was there for him too. He has trust issues though , let's just say he has had some family issues too. His parents separated around the time my momma died , his momma moved to Memphis with his little sister Emerald she's 21 and he stayed with his dad down here in North Carolina. His sister would come visit from time to time but not often, I think it took a toll on him because his mother didn't come down much either due too the issues her and his father had. Emeril and his dad didn't see eye to eye either . After his parents divorce his dad turned to drinking real bad and him and his dad used to get into heated arguments unfortunately our sophomore year his dad sadly passed away of cirrhosis of the liver. He had to go into the system because his mother refused to get him. He resented his mother since. Luckily he still went to the same school. We didn't finish though we dropped out our sophomore year and he turned to selling drugs. He doesn't like to talk about neither of his parents til this day. His foster mom is who he calls mom. She still loves and cares for him deeply despite all the bad decisions he's made in his life. He still communicates with his sister though he hasn't seen her since their father died 6 years ago. He still FaceTimed her and talk on the on the phone with her everyday
