My Boo (Urban Love Story)

Chapter 11

Chanel's POV:

Days and days have now passed by and I miss my brother my mom and the friends that I actually do have at school even though they're only a few. I miss Jordan too. Just seeing him pass by every day would brighten up my day, now that's all gone. Now all I see is girls, these ugly, depressing beige colored walls and my freaky ass cell mate.

The things I'd do for some pizza, or even some McDonald's. This food in here is sooo nasty. I try to only eat the bread and vegetables. Sometimes they give us sweets, but other times we've got "mystery meat" or bologna sandwiches which I hate with a passion.

I just wanna come home. I went to court today and they basically told me id be down for 6 months. Which means I won't be out until its time to start middle school.

The whole time from the court room to my cell I was quiet.

When I finally made it "home" I didn't want to come out for rec time. I didn't wanna be bothered. I layed down in my cot and let silent tears fall. My anger was eating me up and I just felt stuck.

Shanti came back in the cell after rec was over. She looked my way and suprisingly looked concerned.

"What's wrong witchu, I see court didn't go too good"

"Man no. I'm so ready to go home. I got 6 months left. I'm not even gonna be able to go to my promotion from elementary to high school. Its so fucked up"

This bitch had the nerve to laugh at me right in my face. I knew I shouldn't have even said anything .

"What the fuck is funny" I asked

"Woah woah sweet pea, take it down a notch. Im just saying, this is your first time here. With only 6 months left to go. I'm 16 , been here plenty of times. Now for armed robbery and trespassing. I got years, and will even be going to big girl jail once I hit 18 , you got it good. I really don't even see why you're here. You really ain't do shit"

She's right, what am I still doing here. Ugh I just had this feeling in my stomach something wasn't right. I just didn't know what.

"I guess. I still wanna go home. I'm sick of this place"

"Look lil baby. That 6 months gon' pass by like nothin. I'm here witchu. At least you won't be bored."

"Thanks I appreciate it"

She was cooler than I thought. And wow only 16, I feel even more bad for her than I do myself. I wonder how she even got started doing her crooked shit. Hell I wonder how she even became gay.

Hopefully I can get more out of this Juvie experience than I expected.

We started talking more and more, getting to know more about one another.

She told me how she grew up on the streets. Mama doped up and daddy not around.

How her brother took care of both of them. He stole , sold drugs and hit licks (robbed houses) with his boys to make sure they ate, had clothes and had a place to stay.

How her mom just let them be. How they basically raised themselves.

Shanti didn't have to worry about anything.

Until her brother passed away. He didn't bang or nothin but he sold dope. And I guess as soon as someone sees you really doing good they wanna take all that from you.

I totally understood where she was coming from. And it only made me want to know more.

By the end of the day I felt like I had a friend. Like a real friend. Who had live in sleep overs with me every night.

It gave me this sense of safety being with her. I went from being scared and lonely to finally sane and befriended.

The next 6 months are just gonna fly by; my countdown starts right now.