Loved By The Ghetto (Urban)

Chapter 1

"Ay, pass da ketchup." my older brother Sean says rudely.

I stare at him like he's crazy. "The ketchup's right infront of you. You're so damn lazy." I grab the ketchup and place it beside me, hopefully forcing Sean to use his manners.

"What you doin'? Can you pass da ketchup?" Better, I think to myself. But he's still not saying that word. I sit back in my squeaky wooden chair, put my legs on the edge of the tiny kitchen table and fold my arms over my small bust. I bobble my head to signify that I want him to talk to me properly.

"Fine." Sean says sighing. "Can you pass the... rasclart, bumbaclart, PUSSYCLART ketchup, please?" He fake smiles at me, revealing the dimples on both of his cheeks. I bust out laughing and hand him the ketchup.

"You are somefin' else, you know dat Sean?" I rhetorically ask him.

"Damn skippy." Replies my other older brother, Trey, jogging down the stairs. He walks into the kitchen, stealing one of my burger sauce covered chips.

"Oi! What you doin'? If you want chips, go to Morley's and buy your own." I say hitting his hand. He drops the chip and I catch it with my other hand and place it in my mouth. I smile at him sweetly while he screws me and cuts his eyes. Lol.

"Why you gotta be so hostile?" says Trey.

"I'm not hostile. I'm hungry." I reply.

Sean opens the ketchup but points it at his shirt.

"Uh, Sean, don't squeeze it. Your gonna-" I try to warn him. He squeezes ketchup right onto his black "Boy London" t-shirt. I look on in horror and burst out laughing again once I see the look on Sean's face.

"You think that's funny?" he says standing up and walking towards me. I stand up, making the chair scrape against the floor and back away, shaking my head no. I try to contain my laughter but fail miserably. I use my hands to cover my mouth and suppress it. He slowly advances towards me making me back up into the living room. I never turn around and keep my eyes on him. He spreads out his arms as if he were to give me a hug. My eyes widen. "Oh no." I say as I bang into the back of the dirty cream sofa. I put my hands on the edge of it to steady myself.

"Oh yes." says Sean, arms still out. I run to my left, where the door is to get in and out of the living room. Sean isn't faster than me, but his long arms and legs have an advantage over me. He lunges towards me, and grabs me, with his arms wrapped around my tummy and tackles me. We fall to the floor and I let out a little scream. He moves his body left and right, wiping the ketchup all over the back of my school blazer. "SEAN! STOP! I'M STILL IN MY SCHOOL UNIFORM!" I yell.

"Oh well."He replies carelessly. He flips me around and he smushes my face using the hand he was eating with. He then runs that hand through my hair in an attempt to get all of the ketchup and chip crumbs off his fingers. I gasp. Once he's done, he gets off of me and smirks, staring at me. I get up and look in the mirror behind him, and see that my hair is in a mess. There is grease and crumbs on my face. I look back at him with so much hate and fire that his smirk fades immediately. I huff and turn to my left. I stomp up the stairs.

"Does that mean I can have your chips then, yeah Sam?" Trey calls from the the minuscule place we call a kitchen.

"Do what you want!" I shout back.

I shake my head, stunned that Sean would actually do that. When I reach the top of the stairs, I turn right. I pass all of the rooms and walk to the end of the corridor. There is a door in front of me. I turn the door knob and open the door. It swings open and hits the wall to my right. I feel up the wall to my left. Once I find the light switch, I press it, illuminating my bedroom. I step inside.