Life of a female Gangster©

Chapter - TWO

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[Maya]

I reached into the School's parking lot, and parked my car effortlessly. My car wasn't anything special just a hand me down, S.S. silver Impala. It was a nice car though, that I tried to keep up to date with. I entered the hallway,, towards my locker. Since I was an upcoming Junior, I couldn't wait till Senior year, that's when Prom was going to start up.

I didn't neccessarily like my School, I mean even though I was living on the South Side of Chicago, there was actually a lot of diversity. Yeah, there was mainly Black's and Latino's but there was some white people, and most of them were ignornant as hell. They would say the most racial shit ever, behind all of our backs. When, I mean 'our' I mean, every Black and Latino person around.

But, they try not to say it to our faces. We all know, that they wouldn't mess with us...I sure as hell don't want anything or anybody calling me out my name, cause you will but cut in an instant.

As I reached my locker, I said a few. 'Wassup's' or 'Hey' to a few boys, that was passing me by eyeing my like, I was a piece of their food or something. I tried to ignoring it.

Get this, I'm a virgin, and when I tell you I'm the only virgin in this School, I'm not even kidding. Nigga's see me, and think 'PREY' they instantly, crowd over me and try to win me over, like I'm a seal in a pool full of blood. They're always circling, me eyes always hungry to snatch me up, but that's never gonna happen.

I take myV-Card very seriously. Yeah, most girls be like I'm gonna wait till marriage, well hell I'm gonna at least try to have it with someone I know is gonna love me for a long ass time, and not leave me over some stupid bullshit.

I grabbed all of my neccessary books, that I needed for my classes, and twisted the dial once more;thus locking my locker. I cleared my throat, as I scanned the semi-vacant hallways for my best friend Trisha. 

Trisha, is my best friends, we've been best friends since pratically diaper days. We tell each other everything.. well I don't tell her everything. Not about my past at least. She knows that my Parent's are dead, but nobody knows exactly how they died, and I aint' tellin' em.

I finally saw her short ass, come running past a couple of Sophmore's and Freshmen, a couplerolled their eyes, already hearing bad things about Trisha.