yella picked me up from the pen and the whole car ride was silent. He kept lookin at me. we got home and yella sighed. "best of luck kid". He said while opening the front door. I walked in and saw my dad drinking a 40, sitting on the couch watching good times. "c'mon December". my dad said while sitting his 40 on the table next to the couch. I saw dre and Ren come from the studio and started staring at me. we came to his room. he closed the door and locked it. "why you have the weed". he said while taking off his belt. "I was helping these boys out they had a stash of weed and they had no where to store so I put it in my locker. so tracie saw me put it in there and snitched on me." after I said that he hit me in the arm i winced in pain as he hit kept hitting me with the belt. "your a fuckin Athlete and you want to throw it all away by weed your in high school about to be a senior and you want to get into drugs. you know what get out my face do you have your things packed for the tour?". he said while pinching the bridge of his nose."y-yea.". I walked out his room and dre was staring at me. I open the door to my room and took off my adidas and went to sleep. I woke up to the sound of a bus honking. I got up and put my slides on. I grabbed my suitcase and walked out the door. "what you wearing". yella said looking at me up and down. "nigga shut the fuck I'm tired so don't bother me". I yelled while getting on the bus. yella put his hands up in defense. we all go on the bus and started driving to LA. "alright so do we all know what songs were doing in order." dre asked while climbing out of his bunk. "Where's T isn't he supposed to be here with us". I said while also climbing out of my bunk. "nah the kid got school and plus he too young". Dre said while grabbing a water bottle out of the fridge. "whatever the boy is 15 years old. but I'm not gonna trip so what songs are we doing dad." dre just rolled his eyes. T is my Bestfriend we've been friends since he was 4 and I was 6. "the paper is right there". my dad said while changing the channel on the TV. My pager starts going off and it was T. "yo". T yelled. "wussup T". I said while going inside my bunk. "nothin nothin how's the tour I heard you was in the pen". dre big mouth must of told him. "yea man it's goin good we heading out to LA right now and yea.". I said while looking down at my fingers. "Ight Ight that's cool but aye imma holla at you later." T said "bet". I hung up. this is gonna be one hell of a tour.
