A Thugs Kisses

Bang Bang. I woke to hearing someone banging on my room door. I look over at my phone. Its 3:41 in the morning. I know my mama is not home. I won't see her until next week. She works at the hospital and she has crazy hours. So who could it be? I get up out my bed and reach in my night stand drawer and get my gun. It was an Ak-47. I get up and go to the door.

Well let me tell you about me. My name is Davonyae Charminique Pryor. I'm 17 years old. I go to a ghetto school and I grew up in the projects. I live in Chicago. I am 5'5. I am light skinned. I have brown hair that stops at my shoulders. My mom works at the hospital and my daddy left when I was little. I have a 21 year old brother. But he went to jail about 3 years ago for having illegal weapons.

"Who is it?" I yell.

"Open the door and you can see." A familiar male voice said. It sounds like my older brother Princeton Pryor. I crack the door open and look to see who it is.

"What's good little sis." Princeton said. He looked down in my hand and saw the gun. "You packing heat like that now." Before I knew I jumped on him. I haven't seen him in 3 years. He called a few times and wrote letters but I was never around to get them.

"Yea you have to now days." I said

"Oh, okay. So what you been up to lately." He said. I looked him up and down. He stood 6'3. He was brown skinned with light brown eyes, long eye lashes, and thick eye brows. He was built like a linebacker. He had even more tattoos than when he went to jail.

"Shit. Trying to stay alive in this place." I say sitting on my bed. Princeton walks into my room and sits in my chair.

"It has gotten that bad now." Princeton asked.

"Hell yea. That's why I came to the door like that." I said.

My brother talked to me for an hour and then I went to sleep. I woke up at in the morning and got ready for school. I put on a gray shirt that had Marilyn Monroe face on the front of it, some black tights and some grey and black adidas. I put my hair in a bun and left my house. I walked down the street to my brother friend Trell house. Trell and my brother have been cool since I was born. Trell is average height, brown eyes, skinny, dark skinned. Once Trell and Princeton were in jail together. Trell is cute but not as cute as his 18 year old brother. All I know about Trell's brother is that he goes to my school. I walk up to Trell house and knock on the door.

"Hey Davonyae." Trell said.

"Hey. Guess who is home." I say.

"Who?" Trell said. Then I see Trell fine ass brother walking to the door in boxers. He pokes his head out the door to look at me.

"Princeton." I stutter.

"Aw for real. Imma Skip school today and go see him." Trells brother said. I roll my eyes at him.

"Well I'm going to school now so bye." I say as I walk out the door but Trell grabs my arm.

"Hey Davonyae do you know my brother Camren." Trell says as he pulls Camren in the doorway.

"No. I don't but hey." I say. I look at Camren. He is taller than his brother. He is light skinned, skinny, hazel and brown eyes, and curly hair.

"Hey." Camren said. Then he went back into the house.

"Well I'm going to school now so bye." I say as I walk out the door.

I walk down the street towards my school. I pass by a gas station and saw a group of boys.

"Aye baby. You got a fat ass." One dude yelled. I know I have a booty but damn. I hate that I get talked to like that. Once my brother went to jail, boys are always trying to get at me. I continue to walk to school. As I was walking into the school I noticed a crowd of people. It has to be a fight. I try to go around it but it's hard. I get bumped hard and fall on my ass. Uhg.