"Nigga, who the fuck you calling a hoe? Are you mad because all the girls you get are them ratchet, no dick getting, Rasputia looking bitches that run to ugly ass niggas like you for attention? Because you only get crusty sandy ass pussy? So you call every girl you see a hoe?"
"Bitch shut the fuck up 'fo I beat yo' ass."
"Do suh'in bro." I stood there expecting for him to swing but instead he stood there looking at me with his jaw and muscles tensed up. He looked around at his friends who were watching the scene waiting for some action to pop off but soon to be disappointed because their friend wasn't gonna fight a girl. "..or are you too scared to fight a girl?" I waited about 30 more seconds but only to receive the same response.
"Pussy ass nigga..." I mumbled under my breathe and turned on my heels starting to walk away and look for Brandon.
When I finally spotted him, around the hood rats, I felt a heavy push to my back knocking me down. I spun my head around so quick almost getting whiplash and glared at the girl that pushed me.
"So you tryna talk shit 'bout my man? You lucky he ain't gon' put his hands on a bitch, but bitch I will" She spat getting in my face. I took a look at her face and clothing, noticing how her clothes looked like they came from 2002 and her hair was about 3 inches. She looked around 15 and was a burnt dark skin with marks and scars all over her and just plain ratchet.
"Child, I advise you get out of my face"
"Bitch ain't nobody a child over here! Don't come to my park thinkin' you run shit hoe!"
"You're like 14, therefore, move" I pushed her out my face knocking her to the ground. I stood up dusting my clothes off and walked over to Kam telling her we should go before I beat a bitch and get arrested for child abuse.
We walked over to Brandon but I was forced to stop by a yank to my hair. I twisted my body around and looked at some even ratchet-er looking bitch that looked 13 or 14 holding on to my hair.
"Aye Dee Dee I can't pull this shit out. Bitch done super glued her weave in"
I reached up and slapped the girl across her face making her loosen her grip on my hair and hold her cheek with a pained expression on her face.
....I've been told I'm heavy handed.
The first girl, I'm guessing Dee Dee, ran up again and tried to swing at my face but I grabbed her arm and twisted it making her cry out in pain. The second girl came up and tried jumping on my back but I elbowed her in the boob but Dee Dee reached up and hit me in the face.
I blinked my eyes a few times quickly getting enraged. One thing you don't do? Hit me in the face or I'll go beast.
I gripped on tighter to her arm and dragged her across the basketball court to the group of boys, picking her skinny, limp body up and throwing her into her boyfriend.
The boy looked beyond angry. Ha. I care.
As I turned around and starting walking away I felt another yank to my hair and turned around so fast punching whoever it was in the face. When my vision focused I noticed it was the boyfriend who grabbed my hair.
He moved forward grabbing my arm and trying to throw me to the ground but I caught myself and grabbed his dreads pulling him and making him fall on his face, I flipped him over and we started fighting, throwing hits to each other but he clearly can't fight by how many times he missed me while I'm RIGHT HERE. It's like easy access but he just can't do it no matter how hard he tries. Shame.
I continued hitting him in the face then I stood up and kicked him the stomach a couple times. He grabbed my leg but I used my other foot to kick him in a place where the sun don't shine bright. He screamed out in pain, rolling around with tears in his eyes
My job is complete.
"Oh and tramps. This flawless ass hair is natural. Bet you never seen real hair so long before."
As I was walking away I noticed a light skinned boy with curly brown hair looking me up and down and saying something to this other boy that I guess is his brother because they looked a little alike. When he noticed me looking at him he smirked and winked while I just sent him a blank stare and walked out of the park dragging Kam and Brandon along with me.
Some first day.

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