Ebony's Journey, Macarevhic's Story

Chapter 1 (Ebony)

"I am the baddest chick in the hood. Ain't no other chick can do it betta than me. I am the best that ever did it!" I brag to myself as I apply my pink M.A.C. lip-gloss. I careful curl my last strand of hair. I hate curling my hair, because I burn myself every time. This time I burned my ear. It's still throbbing a little.

I hear Arod's stupid shrill horn blaring outside, which signals I need to hurry up, and come down from the apartment. Arod tells me I look sexy with my hair curled, so I do it for him. I look in the mirror one more good time. I make sure that every little detail is perfect. I am now the girl-friend of Arod Johnson and I can not leave the house looking like anything.

Plus, today is also the first day back to school. Arod blows his horn again, which causes me to accidental knock the hair spray off of the counter, and the nozzle pops off. Dang it! He owes me a new can of hair spray.

I will be the flyest looking girl there, because Arod brought me a whole new wardrobe, just for me. He's good to me, and he also brought Ivory a couple of outfits too. He's so given, and he loves me. I'm swaggin' in my apple bottom skinny jeans, a fitted purple shirt, and some fresh black Air Jordans, and some gold hoop earrings. I'm going to kill it at school today.

"Ivory come on girl, Arod is waiting!" I yell. "I'm coming girl!" she yells back to me. This girl is only fourteen years old; it shouldn't take this long for her to get ready for school. She still scared to sleep in the dark. I swear if Arod gets mad at me for her lateness, imma wrap her in her face. Finally she walks out of her room, dressed in a to short skirt, tight shirt, and some large hoop earrings.

I shake my head disapprovingly. It's an automatic response every time I see how Ivory dresses herself. When I was her age I wouldn't be caught dead wearing that outfit. I'm sixteen and I still wouldn't be caught dead dressed like that unless I'm going to a club or a party. And I hardly go to clubs or parties. I'm always trying to talk to her, and make her see that how she dresses herself will get her a reputation that she doesn't want.

Everybody on the block is going to think she is easy, and I hope that's not what she wants boys to think of her. I can't control Ivory she ain't my child, and I can only do so much for her. She'll change one day when she wants to. If she doesn't, oh well. Right now I'm just only worried about me and my boo Arod.

"How do I look?" she asks in an excited tone of voice. I don't know what she is so dang excited about. Usually you would have to drag Ivory out of bed. "You look fine." I lie. I secretly want to say you look like you easy, but I don't. I don't have the time or energy to argue with her; my man is downstairs waiting on me. We both walk down the stairs from our tiny apartment, to Arod's truck outside. I can hear a 2 Chainz song bumping from the inside of his new black Tahoe.

I just roll my eyes and smile. My baby says he ballin' now. I take my rightfully seat beside him in the Tahoe. He looks good in a black shirt, and some jeans, and some new white Nikes. He got a small diamond stud in his right ear. I swear my boo is so fine.

I give him a light peck on the cheek. On the way to Ivory's school, she raps along to a now playing Big Sean song. I nod my head to it. Ivory raps long, cuss words and all. We pull up to her school, and she hops out of the truck, and she switches her backside all the way inside the building.

I see knuckle headed little boys staring attentively at her backside. That girl is too much for me to raise on my own. I'm sixteen years old what do I look like trying to raise a fourteen year old girl. She's hard headed and she's fast. She doesn't need me to raise her, she needs Jesus, a mama and a daddy. Last time I checked I ain't neither of them.

I try to push those thoughts out of my head. It's my first day of being a junior, and I feel kind of sad because Arod is a senior and this is his last year at high school. I'm gonna miss having my boo around me next year. I know he won't cheat on me when he goes to college. I got this relationship on lockdown. Ain't no other chick got the power to break this.