We went to a stash house near West Oakland to pick up extra weapons.
Two young wannabe D-boys were outside counting money on the porch, loud and annoying like squirrels on syrup.
One of them squinted when he saw Raquel.
"Ay, ain't you that girl from Bunche who—"
Raquel didn't even let him finish.
She walked right up, snatched his stack of bills, sniffed it, and handed it back.
"This money smell like cheap lotion and disappointment."
His friend started laughing so hard he dropped the money he was counting.
"You gon' let her talk to you like—"
He didn't finish either because Raquel flicked his forehead so hard his hat spun backward.
"Shouldn't y'all be in school?" she snapped.
"Or at least pretending to have a future?"
Both boys fell silent.
One mumbled,
"My bad..."
Eli grinned.
"She wild, but she right."
I saw something in her I hadn't before — humor mixed with savagery.
She was turning into something dangerous... and strangely beautiful.
We left the boys speechless on their porch.
They never forgot her.
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Deju're
Non-FictionDeju're is a want for nothing Oakland,Ca kid that was raised by a female drug lord which is his mother Déjà who has been raised in the Oakland hills all her life. he goes to fresno,Ca to visit his cousin and things start to unravel about his dads mu...
