Life In New Orleans

1: Mercedes

    2:35 AM

Give me a project bitch
Give me a hood rat chick
One that don't give a fuck
An say she took that dick

"What the fuck!" I woke up to the sound of loud music. I quickly threw my sheets back, cracked my door open, and peeped out. A fucking party!? She can't be serious right now!

I looked at the people, nothing but drug dealers, drug addicts, and hookers. My mama's type of crowd. "Hey Lil mama. Shidd what it's looking like?" I looked up to a fat, dark skin bald  man he held out a hundred dollar bill while licking his black crusted lips. I quickly shut my door and locked it. He beat on my door and tried to twist the knob "fine then, fuck it! I'll find another bitch to work this bill!" He yelled. I rolled my eyes and tried my best to go back to sleep before I murk somebody.

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6:30 AM

I finally woke up to peace. But only for a second, I knew better. My life was anything but peaceful. I got ready for school and walked up front.  Man what the hell! I'm so tired of this shit! Our living room and kitchen was a mess, I turned on the lights and the roaches scattered; Bottles and glasses every where, Dirty needles. I hate this fucking house. "Ma! You need to get yo ass up I'm not cleanin' this shit taday!" I yelled, my heavy accent rolling off my tongue. I don't know what I expected, I knew she was loaded with every drug right now from her wild party last night, or should I say this morning. Fuck it. I left and headed for school.

I stood at the bus stop at the end of my block. The dealers were out early selling to the Freshman, just another day in 3rd Ward.

"Cedessss, can you gimme some change fo' a cold drank at recess?"  I peered down at the Lil girl.

"Yeah TeaCup, here ma" I gave her two dollars. I had this soft spot for kids. She smiled so big, her two front teeth were missing, she skipped away. I couldn't help but giggle.

The bus came and I finally made it to school, Joseph S. Clark High School. I walked over to my friend Cita.

"You ready girl!" She said in her rough New Orleans accent.

"Guess Its now or never."

"Girl stop looking all depressed. I mean, look around you. We them bitches and its way too many fine niggas here this semester to be stressing ... Owee, I see one right there too."

I laughed and looked over. Brown skin, curly high top fade, and standing at LEAST 6'5  from my guess. DAMN!  she wasn't lying and he was staring straight in our direction.