Streets Talk

Chapter 1

It was June 6th 2002, the last day of the 10th grade. I was happy as hell to be finally out of school. Summer was here and it had to be atleast 80 degrees out this bitch. I flung my backpack on the left side of my back as I took off half of my shirt. I couldn't wait to get home and hop in the shower.
"Mike!" My nigga mont yelled running up beside me. "NIGGA I told yo hard headed ass to wait on me damn"
I was supposed to wait outside the school for this nigga while he got some chicks number. But shit it was hot as fuck standing under that sun it was time to go home.
"Mufucka you always tryna talk to some thot ass hoe. I was hot as fuck out that bitch, it was time for me to go home anyways. MA mom said she got a surprise for us anyways so we need to hurry up"
My mom had told us before we left out for school she was gonna have something special for us when we got home and I was anxious to see what it was. YOU see, Mont had been living with us since 6th grade year when his mother had kicked him out. He stayed in the building next to mines but they were like two completely different worlds. His building had crackheads running in and out all hours of the day. Their water usually didn't work due to 'technical difficulties' so they say but I know their slum lord just didn't pay the buildings water bill.
You see, my building wasn't classy but you didn't see much illegal activity going around. Most people that lived in our building worked and had two parents in the home. Monts mother got addicted to drugs our 4th grade year of school right after his father was killed during a robbery, he was cut from ear to ear when he was entering their apartment. Some say on crackhead tried to rob his for money to get high, but the police never worked really hard on his murder. They usually never do around these parts.

Me and Mont came to our front door, I had to make sure I stuffed the 10 nick bags I had on the book bag and I stuffed them in my shoe. My moms would kill me if she found out we were slanging. She didn't believe in fast money; only bi-weekly pay checks were the only thing she accepted around here. But I couldn't get with that, I liked flashy things and I couldn't get that on a bullshit ass salary job working at the factory with my dad.
"MA!" I yelled coming into the apartment. I could smell fish cooking; my favorite thing The eat, whitening.
"There's my 11th graders" she was so happy we were a step closer to graduating.
"Hey ma, I smell you getting down in here" I said walking over to the stove lifting the tops to the pots up.
She had cooked, Mac N Cheese, Cabbage, Baked Beans, && Fish. And I was hungry as fuck, I hate eating school lunches. So I haven't ate since this morning when I left out.
"Damn Cindy, YOU threw down" mont said taking a seat rubbing his stomach
"Boy you watch your mouth" my mom hated when we cursed.
We all sat down at the table catching up on small talk, when my dad came out the bathroom and took his seat at the table away from my moms.
"Now, I know your mother told you boys we had a big surprise for yawl, I wanted to wait til later on tonight but I guess I could give it to you now. HERE you go" he said as he handed us both a envelope. I opened mines up, and it was a check for fifteen hundred dollars. I assume Mont got the same thing because when I looked back up he was hugging my mom and pops tight.
"Thanks yawl. I really appreciate this" I said as I stood to give them a hug.
This could go along with my 5600 I had saved up in my personal banking account.
By the time I graduated high school I planned on moving out of this little ass two bedroom apartment. Me and monts were too big for the bunk beds my pops had got us when mont came to live with us.
I had goals and they were gonna be fulfilled the last day a high schooler.