Shit Just Got Real

Chapter five- Only time can tell!!

I couldn't believe what and she was telling me. was it true..Was my dad the leader of the Jamaican gang branch in Jamaica. Lucy wasn't my mom. She was my care taker. After my dad died she was supposed to care for me and not tell me until i was jumped into the gang. I was the heir to the Jamaican branch and i was supposed to go back to Jamaica and set my crew straight. I couldn't believe it i had a crew.

I knew that gangs weren't safe and i know the Jamaican gang wasn't the best gang to be around.

we were perceived as bad people. society thought of us walking around with guns and always smoking. I couldn't take that so when any body asked me if i was a Jamaican i would say i wasn't. The most annoying thing about being Jamaican is people was always asking me to speak Jamaican. My response would always be" Nigga i dont speak Jamaican cause Jamaican is the people their ethnicity. It aint a language" .

When people asked me that i would ways get mad. another thing all dem niggas out there who keeps asking me if im African get off my dick. I ain't African I'm Jamaican... It a whole different culture. I have nothing against Africans it just gets annoying when people ask me. It annoying the living hell outta me.

I remember this conversation with this guy Ramone.

"Umm hi you Angel right??" This is me in the middle of the hallway at school looking at this nigga. I didn't feel like answering him so i just shook my head. He kept talking to me. He didn't get the idea that i didn't want tot talk go him.

He kept on talking to me and I'm just standing there shaking my head and Acting like i was paying attention to his sorry ass. He was trying to bag like nigga please that pimple on yo nose bigger that the erasers on my pencil. But then he said something that caught my attention

" U African right. cause u have a nice accent"

That's what put me over the edge.

" Oh hells nah. Nigga please. I don't wanna do any damage to you. Cause u already damaged. So get to sorry ass outta my face before i have Have to rearrange it my self"

Aww those were the good days. I snapped outta my happy thoughts. Lucy was talking but i wasn't listening..

" Umm Lucycan you repeat that" I know calling Her by her first name ess bursting her.

"It won't kill u to still call me mom u know. Not because i left u in Jamaica with your sister and came back for u. Doesn't mean that im not your mom."

I looked at her like she had four heads. Fool she really expect me to call her mom. through out our conversation in my room Tacaeva Henry said nothing. He just kept looking out the window like he knew that somebody was coming over or something.

" All right Angel i said that your gonna have to go to Jamaica and straighten things out with the gang. I know your very young for this but your dad did it for a good while. So when you get healed i would really like got you to go back there"

I looked at her and realized. I'm going back to Jamaica.

Oh boy this gonna be real fun.