L.A. BANGING

I

1990

"Ayyyyeee was good in the neighborhood!! Good Morning Sunny LA, You sitting here with the Insane Jason Krane. Lemme Stop Talkin' and give yall something to bump to on ya way to wherever you going this morning."

Sitting in the car With my three brothers Rob, Rodger and Rocky it was hot as hell and I couldn't help but feel like my clothes were going to smell like fresh weed.

"Ughh Rob if you step on my motherfucking shoe one more time imm-"

"What, what the fuck you gone do Roxanne except for bitch and moan. Who the fuck you trynna look cute for anyway?" Of course they all decided to laugh and like a group of heyenna's.

"Shut the fuck up! You mad 'cause Nat aint trynna look at you. Don't hate on my game 'cause you aint got none." I said to Rob.

It was just another damn day in South Central but the air was buzzing with something new. Every guy on campus had his freshest fit on the brand new Jordans and of course the fresh fade. The girls were no different as they too came with the fresh braids and new fits. You would think there was a celebrity coming to school today but everyone was just showing out because the biggest slanger around was making a special ppearance today at Rosevelt High.

"Damn! y'all see these hoes today!"

"My nigga Robin yitties aint sat up that high since 3rd grade."

"Rob Robin did'nt have boobs in the 3rd grade."

they all looked at me and like the three stuges that they are they said in sync "EXACTLY!"

I had to get out the car the stupidity in this damn vehicle was way to much for my life. As soon as I opened the door and hopped out I swear everybody and their damn momma stared at me. I was really nothing special just in my Cool greys, some sweats, and a black half shirt. Even in my basic fit I still killed half these chicks in the lot.

"Roxanne what you doing?! Get ya ass back in the car!"

I just rolled my eyes they did this every morning.

"Nigga she mad now!"

"You can't walk in alone we have to look like a unit!" In the middle of their rant they broke out in that dumbass Roxanne song

"Roxanne Roxanne I just want to be your man."

I shook my head and raised my arms to flip them off.

I loved my brothers to death but sometimes they were just too much to deal with. Being the only female in the house besdies my mom was tough the boys really just ran over her. As dysfunctional as we are everytime i needed them they ere there. Eery tear, every struggle, every time I just felt like breaking down I knew that they would be there.

As I walked up the steps to the school I was in search for my ride-or-dies Ivette and Loshae. Those two right there were my mains for life. If I was down on my luck or nothing was going right They had me. I could here Ivette short self from around the corner. She was standing there neck stuck out, hand on her hip, gum popping as she went off on her newest victim for probably bumping into her. The scene was pure comedy.

The guy she was going off on had to be at least 6'0 ft tall and Ivette was only 5'4 bu her attitude made up for her lack in height. She literally had this dude pissing his pants everytime he tried to speak she cut him off yelling, "Oh now you can speak? You couldn't speak a minute ago and say excuse me while you was bumping into me an shit! You should've been speaking and saying excuse me. Damn you tall mother fuckas don't ever look down hu! What about the short people?!!"

I could'nt take it and the whole time Loshae was just standing quietly behind her prentending to be waiting on me as she checked her phone.

"Man shut the fuck up I'm sorry aight damn. Everytime a nigga look at you you got a problem shut the fuck up sometimes! Got damn." With that the boy who i knew was Troy walked away and left the steaming meatball that was Ivette standing by her locker looking dumb.