This nigga Mak10 bout to fuck up everything im tryna do, on god bruh. I know how Memphis & Tyriek are bout they lil sister. This shit ridiculous. " Y'all ready or what." I asked. Plus if they find out I knew about it. They gone freak.
Fuck it, its whatever. I pulled Jacolby to the side. " Look Mak10, rule number one bout this street life. Never spend too much money, if you leave a paper trail, that's the easiest way to get caught. Spend what an average teen would carry on them , so nothing over forty dollars, unless you taking care of business. Okay." He agreed. His joggers and matching shirts with Maya's shirt, together caused bout thirty something. I just got an hat which was like fifteen dollars.
"Let's get you back home before your brothers come back and start tripping." I rushed. In an blink of an eye, we pulled back up at door. No Memphis. No Tyriek, I think. "Where's your brothers ?" I asked.
"They left last night and haven't been back since." Maya said.
I checked my text messages, and my brother hit me up. " I'll see y'all later, my brother need me right now." They got out the car then I drove off.
Twenty minutes later I pulled up to my house. My brother Darius outside waiting on me. He walked up to his car. "What the hell you been doing in my car, never mind, I don't even wanna know. "
" C'mon lil nigga we already late." Demarcus said. We got to visit my mom at the rehab center. Twenty minutes later, we was there.
She has outside when pulled up to the center. We parked near the entrance. "Wassup ma dukes." Demarcus said. "Hey ma." I followed.
"Hey boys, how y'all been ?" She asked eagerly. I put my hands in my pocket and looked down." Good.
"I been keeping this lil nigga outta trouble." Demarcus said.
"I been outta trouble, fool." I said. My mom laughed. "You boys a trip." She said with a warm glowing smile.
Its been a long ass time since I seen my momma smile. Actually..... Now that I've said something about it, I haven't seen my momma smile ever. This my first time seeing her smile.
It was one of the most beautiful smiles I'd ever seen. I slick could cry, but I'm not that sensitive. We talked. Caught up. Then two hours flew by. I hated this part the most. I could see the pain in her eyes, every time she watched walk out the facility. I wish I could stay with her.
I hate the most that she think I'm this amazing, studious, kid. But im out'chea living this lie and shit. I'm sorry momma, I can't be this student you want me to be. Instead..... I'm this low life, drug doing, scheming ass nigga and I'm only sixteen......in three months. But no matter what happen in these streets, I want you to know....whether I die in prison or on the block or in police custody( if some shit went down like that or something ).
I love you momma
Sincerely your lil honey- bun
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Swing My Way: Freshmen year
Teen Fiction( A CHRIS BROWN FAN-FICTION ) A fifth- teen yr old moves to Atlanta and starts high school. He goes from average teen to trapstar in only his freshman year. But faces so much trails and tribulation, from betrayal to back stabbing. Read & find out ab...
