Black Diamond- Chapter 11
Chris.
I was in a good mood so I walked down to the local community center to do a little dancing. Sometimes I go there because the kids there are so enthusiastic about dancing that the energy rubs off on me and I'm fueled for the next five or six hours.
"Was good Christopher?" Dion said with a smile.
I smiled.
"Was good guh?"
Dion and I I did our signature crip walk then fell out laughing. Me and this girl been through hell and high water together. I've fought a lot of niggas over her and not even on no 'I wanna be with her' type shit but I saw Dion as a little sister who I'd do anything for and I know she'd return the favor for me.
"Where you been at?"
I sighed cause I knew she was about to give me this long ass drawn out speech about me getting on the right track with my life and some other bullshit.
"Boy I know you hear me talking to you." Dion snapped her freshly manicured fingers in my face.
"Man I ain't even gon' lie I been fucking up bad."
"Like how?"
"I had to leave my pops house. I couldn't keep going through that bullshit with him then my PO been stressing me the hell out and even had the nerve to put me on community service."
"What happened that you ain't check in?"
I took a deep ass breath then exhaled. "I just was trying to be normal for once and slipped up. My life is fucked up and I just needed one night where I could forget the bullshit."
"You not about to like shit that comes out of my mouth but I'm gonna say it because I care and I wouldn't lie to you and say yeah your PO is fucked up cause he put you in something that can keep yo' behind outta trouble. Chris you choose the path you walking, nobody else. You can blame society, you can blame your PO, the people you kick it with but at the end of the day the only person walking down that path is you. Your eighteen and need to start taking responsibility for you dumbass actions. I know your mom is probably stressed the fuck out as well, worrying about if your okay and if your still alive. Sweetie, the streets of Richmond are cold as fuck and I'm a witness. They don't give a damn about you but you don't have to be pulled in by the fast money and loose pussy bitches when you have people that love you and are willing to help you."
Damn I can always count on Dion to be there for and tell me some real shit.
"You know sometimes I can't stand yo' smurf lookin' ass?" I smiled throwing my arms around her shoulders pulling her into a tight hug.
"Don't be mad cause I'm the only bitch who can put yo' lanky ass in check."
I kissed my teeth.
"Enough of the sentimental shit. I need to relieve some stress."
Dion and I walked into the dance room where all the kids eight to sixteen were stretching and waiting for the class to start. In a way these kids reminded me of myself, just trying better themselves and stay out of trouble.
"Everybody ready?" I shouted as I stood in the front of the small class.
They screamed then Dion started the music and we danced like the world was ending.
Shelby.
Now I remember why I never touched a drink in my entire seventeen years of living, hangovers are a bitch. Since I woke up for my short three hour nap my head has been in this toilet and my mom won't even come help me. I know I disappointed her and for this to be my first ever having to hear her say those words broke my heart. She doesn't ever have to worry about that happening again I've learned my lesson and if that's not enough she's making me tell my dad about the 500 dollar ticket I got.
