" You would not believe your eyes
If ten million fireflies
Lit up the world as I fell asleep
'Cause they'd fill the open air
And leave tear drops everywhere
You'd think me rude
But I would just stand and stare "
Monday Morning ; 7:43 AM.
Awaken By Owl City. Trisha Blasting It From The Kitchen. She Always Loved Soft Rock. I Found it Weird at First Because I'm A Rap And R&B Type Of Motherfucker. But Some Songs Rub Onto Me. Anyways, I Get Up And Shower And All That Bullshit. 30 Minutes Later, I Walk Out The Bedroom Into The Front Room To See A Plate Of Food On The Table For Me. On My Left, There's Trisha Brushing Her Hair.
" Baby Hurry Up And Eat So We Can Leave. I Don't Wanna Be Late Again. " She Yelled, Not Knowing That I'm Only 3 Yards Away From Her.
" Ehh I'm Not Really Hungry. Let's Go. " Grabbed A Strip Of Bacon And Walked Out The House.
Moments Later, She walks Out And Into The Car. We Exit.
I Drive Straight To The Highway And Started Speeding Like I Was In The Fucking NASCAR.
" Desmond Slow Your Fat Ass Down. Nigga I Wanna Live To See Another Day. "
I Paid Her No Mind, I Kept Speeding.
Around 25 Minutes Later, We Arrive At Miami Dade Community College. This Was Never My First Choice Of College But University Fees Were Something I Couldn't Pay, Even With The Drug Money.
" Man I Fucked The Shit Outta Keisha Bruhh. Her Ass Fat Asf Too. Aye There Go Desmond Fat Ass. "
" Shutcho Bitch Ass Up. " I Said While Getting Out The Car.
That Deep Voiced Bastard Is Tommy Banks. Been Cool With Buddy Since Sophomore Year In High School When He Transferred To North Miami Beach Senior High. He Was Selling Drugs in His 9th Grade Year. I Needed Money To Help My Grandma. No Jobs Were Hiring. That's Why I Started Selling Drugs. Skinny, Brown Skinned, He Think He's A Smooth Motherfucker. Sometimes I Gotta Knock Him Off His High Horse.
" Desmond Hurry The Fuck Up Yo. Class About To Start. " Marcus Said.
Marcus Hudson. Met Him Before I Met Tommy. Him And Tommy been Cool Since Their Middle School Years. I Was Dating His Sister Before I Met Him. We Became Cool Ever Since. Tall Ass Dark Skin Nigga. Although I Was The Oldest Out Of The Group, He Seem More Mature Than His Age. He Started Selling With Us At 11th Grade. That's Where This Whole Family Shit Started At. These Niggas Were Like Blood To Me.
We Enter The Building.
" Yo We Gotta Meet Up With Pablo Tonight. " Tommy Said
" Where At? " Marcus Replied.
" We Gotta Go To Lil Haiti. He Told Me About They Gonna Pay Us Mad Bread Man. Im Talking A Good 5 Figures. "
" 5 Figures? " My Eyes Lit Up Hearing That.
" Yeah Bruhh, They Talking About A Good 60-75 Thousand. " You Can Hear The Excitement And Greed In This Lil Fucker's Voice.
Marcus Stops Us.
" They? Who's They? "
" It's Some Haitian Gang. Don't Even Stress
Think About The Money Yo. "
Damn 75 Thousand Does Sound Good Dawg. But Damn.... Trisha... I Don't Want Her Tripping Again. Speaking Of Her, The Hell She Went?
" I'm Not Gonna Lie , I Don't Trust Lil Haiti Niggas. I'm From There. I Know How Niggas Operate Down There. I Ain't Feeling That Shit. " Marcus Said As We Walk Up The Stairs.
" Marcus Stop Being A Pussy Bruhh. How Much Shit We Went Through Together? We Still Alive Right? " Tommy Said With A Little Bit Of Anger In His Voice.
" Shut The Fuck Up. Damn We Gonna Go. " Marcus Lashed Back As We Walked Into Class.
75 Thousand... Shit Better Come With No Strings Attached.
