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zero: prologue

          1: υѕυαlly ι'м α reαlly ɴιce ɢυy, вυт ι'м wιтн тнe нoмιeѕ rιɢнт ɴow. ι'м α тoтαlly dιғғereɴт αroυɴd тнeм αɴd ι cαɴ ɴoт lιe, вυт ιғ тнey ѕαw мe вe мe ғαмιly вe ѕcreαмιɴɢ " Jeѕυѕ wнy?!?". тнαт'ѕ wнy ι ѕмoĸe, cнιll, αɴd ĸιll wιтн тнe нoмιeѕ....  

" Pass the joint and stop being stingy. " Quilo demanded. 

Eli sits and waits in the smokey car, a white Toyota to be exact,  trying not to cough. When he finally gets passed the blunt, everyone, consisting of Quilo, Izzie, Roy, and Isaiah, stare at him waiting for him to hit it. He hesitantly take the blunt in between his fingers and puffs off of it. They all look at him as though they were waiting for him to choke. But when he didn't they all returned to what the were doing.

Quilo was getting the only pistol that they had ready as he sat in the back seat along with Isaiah while he was pulling on his mask. Roy was at the drivers seat, waiting to spot when the last person walked out of the store that they were about to rob. Izzie was in the passenger seat, watching for the feds. While Eli was preparing himself for the first robbery that he would be in. 

He thought back to when his momma was still alive and what she would be saying right about now... " Eli, baby, don't do this. You can make better of yourself." she would probably stop and cought between breaths. " Don't do it, it's not worth it honey. Please don't turn out like your daddy..." But too bad she wasn't there to tell him that...because he sure needs it right about now.

" Aye, get ready he just came out. Remember the drill, go in, get the money, and come out. I'll be waiting for y'all around the corner." Roy whispered.

Eli and Isaiah vigilantly slid out of the leather seat and onto the pavement. They approached the empty gas station and casually walked in. As planned, Eli went to the liquor section, in the back, while Isaiah went up to the cash register. Eli pretended to look interested in buying some Colt 45 beer until he heard Isaiah tell the cashier to give him the money. Eli pulled out the bag that would hold the money and sped walked to where Isaiah was standing, opening the bag. 

" Put the money in the fucking bag." Eli spat. when all the money was in, they rushed out before the cashier could call the cops and ran to the car. 

Roy pulled off and roared along with the screeching of the tires. "Damn!!!" 

"Y'all nigga's was fire. " Izzie slurred as he dapped both Eli and Isaiah. 

The boys took off their itchy masks and Isaiah pulled out the money. Eli's heart was still thumping hard in his chest from the adrenaline he was receiving. He would ave never thought he could have robbed a store. At least not by himself. And to top that he actually said something?

" Eli, you alright?" Isaiah questioned.

Roy looked up at the rear view mirror saying, " Nigga, you better no be turning no pussy on us man." 

Eli hardened his face. He could not let them see he was scared. " Nigga, " he smacked his teeth, " Hell no I ain't turning into no pussy. I'm still a little high from that blunt." 

Eli knew he was lying to him self but they bought it. Young Jeezy's Hustlers Ambition blared through the speakers as everyone bopped their head to his voice. One of them would occasionally rap one part of it, but all Eli could think about was what the homies thought. If they were proud of him or if they thought he was a punk. 

But why would he care, the only person that could fill that void was the person that didn't give a shit about him...his dead beat dad.

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       So, yeah. In the beginning, when it said his family would be screaming " Jesus why!?!", the translation for that is that he would be dead because his homies would have thought he was either fake or a punk because they wern't use to his real personality. Just not sure if y'all knew what I meant by that >.<. Thanks for reading. Isaiah to the right *_*