The Cartel

Chapter 1

'No role models and I'm here right now
No role models to speak of
Searching through my memory (my memory)
I couldn't find one, last night I was getting my feet rubbed
By the baddest bitch not Trina but I swear god this bitch make you call your girl up
Tell her hey whats good
Sorry I'm never coming home imma stay for good then hang the phone up and proceed to lay the wood'
My phone ringtone, J.Cole No Role Models rung indicating someone was calling. I looked at the caller ID and seen that it was my Uncle Kaleb. I sighed and picked up.
Kasper: hello?
Kaleb: Let's go Kasper , I have a job to be at and you have school.
I hung up and went downstairs and out the door to the car. I lived with my Uncle Kaleb because my father died and I had no one else to go to. He has three kids and a wife. I don't really talk yo any of them besides him. I only trust him. After my father died I took over his Cartel. I did so well in my first year they now call me the Cartel. Cartel is a drug dealing association. We have everything from Marijuana to Molly. People always sat don't sell drugs because you'll end up doing your product. Not true. The only think I smoke is weed and I have been doing that since before I became the Cartel. I was forced to live with my uncle because of the simple fact that at the time I was a minor so I didn't have a say so as to going to school or being homeless for that matter. I wasn't homeless necessarily but in the eyes of my teachers I was. My dad died when I was in middle school so I have been on the streets as Cartel since 14, five years. They tried sending me to a group home but I wasn't having that, so my teacher contacted Kaleb. Honestly I didn't think my dad had family. He was always to himself and never really talked about having family. He considered me his only family. As far as my mom goes.....I don't even know. Anyways, I moved with Kaleb and ever since I've been handling my business in San Diego, California. Even though I have connections all around California, San Diego is my main area. Kaleb forced me to go to school and I decided to just graduated so he can get off my back. As far as going to college and all of that I'm good. He pulled up at the highschool and I got out. I use to go to a high school named Colonial High but he moved so we got moved to a new school. His other kids had their own cars, he wanted to get me one but I didn't need him to get me one. I have enough money to buy everything he owns. He just doesn't know that. It was getting hectic getting him to take me everywhere though, so I might consider going to look for one. He rolled down the window and looked at me.
Kaleb: you good?
Kasper: yeah, I'll find my way.
Kaleb: okay, if you see Zariah tell her to call me after school.
Kasper: okay...bye
Kaleb: see you.
He pulled off and I turned around to look at the school. It was Brady High School. Cool name I guess. I walked into the school and found my way to the office. I walked in and the lady at the front counter gave me a warm smile. If I was friendly I would have smiled back because her smile could warm anyone's heart.
Kasper: may I have my schedule for the year?
??: no problem, last name?
Kasper: King, Kasper King
??: ahaa here you are, just grab it from the printer.
Kasper: thanks
I was liking this school already it was fast. At the old school it took two hours to get my schedule and I was the only one there. I walked to the printer and grabbed my schedule. Just as I turned around I bumped into someone. I didn't even apologize I just walked straight out. I looked at my schedule and seen that I had pre-cal first. Then Art next. At least they got something tight. I loved to draw it was one of my likeable talents. Spellings drugs and beating people up is not very plausible in the eye of everyone else. I walked to my class which was very easy to find and noticed I had Zariah in my class. I wasn't very surprised seeing as she was smart as fuck. I walked in and went to her. She looked up and tilted her head to the side.
Zariah: yes Kasper.
Kasper: your dad said call him when you get out.
Zariah: okay thanks.
Kasper: yeah.
I walked to the back and sat next to the window. The teacher begin to teach the lesson and I found myself dozing off seeing as I learned this already. I woke up to the bell ringing. I got up and searched for my art class. It would've been nice to know that my art class was all the way across school grounds. I was exactly fifteen minutes late when I walked in. I looked at the teacher when I walked in and she looked warily at me. Why? Because the teacher was Ms. Cobbs. She taught at my old school and we never got along. I was always late to her class and never showed up at her detentions. She eventually gave up. I think she thought she would have to go through that again. Well she could stop thinking that because I planned to go trouble free for the whole year. It was my last year...why would I jeopardize me graduating? Exactly I wouldn't.
Kasper: sorry I am late, the lady at the desk failed to tell me that this class was way across school grounds.
Cobbs: take a seat Ms. King.
I sat in a booth by myself and listened to her instructions on what we were doing. She gave a long sigh as her door opened and closed indicating she had a mother late student. What did she expect this school was huge and this class was basically a building by itself.
Cobbs: pass?
??: Mr. Miles will call you about my tardiness.
Cobbs: take a seat.
Seeing as there were no more seats in the class besides the one that was next me I sighed. I didn't want a partner, never had one. I don't want one now. The girl took a seat next to me and I glanced. She had black hair with gold tips. She caught me looking and I seen her blush
I smirked as she turned to focus on the teacher. After class she slipped me a piece of paper.
'Meet me in the gym lunch time.' -Minnie.
I smiled and chuckled to myself. I was definitely going to be there. I like this school.