An Urban Story: The American Dream 1

Chapter I : Only hope I had was selling dope

Uh, the only hope I had was selling dope. 

Was on my grind cause times were harder than a cellar floor.

I listened to Meek Mill blast through my beats headphones. I felt those lyrics this year more than ever. I started selling weed in my sophmore year, I was a senior now, and the older I got, the more weight Rocko trusted me to carry. I uprgraded from weed, to cocaine and molly, for those who don't know molly is ecstacy. I stood on the corner, waiting for more costomers. I was about to call it a night because it was real late and I had school in the morning. I changed out of my "street clothes" which included a baggy sweater and jogging pants and revealed my skinny jeans and tank top underneath. I didn't want people to recognize me, and definetly didn't want my dad to know I was selling.

"Hey Nyla." I heard a male voice say while I was stuffing my clothes into my backpack.

"Heey, wassup Miguel." I said in my chiper voice.

"Where you coming from?" He asked me.

"Uhh, just the store. I needed to pick up some stuff for my dad." I answered.

"The store huh?" He smirked.

"Yeah. The store." I said sternly.

"Alright, well let me walk you home." He suggested.

"Nah, i'm cool." I honestly didnt want him to see where I lived.

"I'm just tryna make sure you get home alri-"

"Bruh, I said i'm cool." I barked before storming off. I heard him kiss his teeth.

"Well fuck you too then bitch!" He yelled after me. Miguel was shady and I didn't want to be around a downlow ass dude like him.

I walked with my head down pass the guys who stayed in front of my building, I heard them whistle at me and erupt with laughter. I tried to remain out of trouble, which is why I stayed to myself, I know it seems kind of redundant considering what I was doing, but selling was something I had to do; Messing around with these no-good niggas is and never will be a necessity. I walked up to the sixth floor and crept into my apartment.

"Nyla!" I heard my dad yell.

"Shit.." I whispered to myself as I slowly shut the door. "Yeah, dad." I said as I walked into the living room.

"Where you been?" He asked me.

"I was just at the library. Why aren't you sleeping, don't you have work in the morning?" I asked in the most innocent voice I could produce.

"I got laid off today." He sighed.

"Oh, i'm sorry daddy. But, with this job I got at the mall, i'll be able to help out until you get back on your feet again." I lied.

"I don't know Nyla, I think we gon' have to get a smaller place." My dad said. We already lived in a tiny two bedroom closet, how much more could we downgrade.

"No dad, we'll be alright." I stated before going to shower, then counted my money. I made $1,250 tonight alone. I was Rocko's best seller, I have been for a while now. People liked me because I gave 'em that good and I was discrete about it; I always wore my hoodie low and my hair tied back because I didn't want anyone to know it was me. I stashed the money in my mattress as I always did and went to sleep.

THE NEXT MORNING

"Nyla, get up you're going to be late." My dad screaming forcing me to jump out of my sleep.

I rushed to take a shower, brush my teeth and get ready. I left my hair wild and curly. I threw on a pair of black legging, some cream colored combats boots and a plain white sweater. I honestly didn't care what I looked like because there was no one for me to impress at Rain Grove High. I tried to just blend in with the crowd but it wasn't long before Deandra noticed me.

"Hey Nyla! What's up girl?" She said with the fakest smile ever. Deandra use to be my best friend, but as high school went on we slowly began to part ways and now that we were seniors we didn't speak at all.

"Nothing." I replied dryly as I headed to my first period class.

"Well, i'm throwing a party this weekend and I was just inviting you, in case you wanted to come." She offered.

"You and I both know I don't do parties. Thanks for the offer though." I said as I sped up my pace leaving her behind. I took my seat at the back corner and waited for class to begin. Kids were talking, laughing and being loud as usual.

"Settle down, settle down." Ms. Jerrald said, as the class came to silence.

I took out my notebook and started drawing, one thing that helped the day go by.

"Nyla...Nyla.." Ms. Jerrald called me.

"Huh? Here." I said snapping out of my trans.

"Damn Nyla, does yo head know a brush?" Rodrick commented.

"I don't know, does your ass know soap?" I spat back. The class erupted with laughter, everybody knew Rodrick smelt like bad body odour, but he was always tryna talk about somebody, especially me. He started with me in the 5th grade and hasn't stopped since.

"Damn, she got you with that one homie." Kenneth smiled at me and winked. I was surprised they were in school considering they attended what seemed like one class a month.

"That's enough." Ms. Jerrald said as she got straight into our lesson. I continued to doodle in my notebook until the bell rang. I rushed out of the class and straight to my second period class, P.E.

*Picture of Nyla to the right

MESSAGE FROM TEE: Vote, Comment, Fan :) ; I know these first couple chapters are short, but they do get longer. When I began writing I wasn't sure how to work wattpad, but I got the hang of it now lol . So please read on people. This is an unedited version so you may find a few mistakes but not too many. 

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