Living As A 'No Good' *An Urban Thug Story*

Living as a 'No Good' (1)

Chapter 1

~Racquel's P.O.V~

I sat the basketball on the cement court of the Juvenile Detention Center and pulled my sweaty, puffy, brown hair into a ponytail.

"So I heard you gettin out later today. " Jacky and her man lookin bitches walked up to me. Bitch thought since she was taller than me, I was scared. Ha! Neva that. I got in her face, standing my ground.

"You heard correct ." I stated.

"You know the routine bitch, we always give our friends a little "going away present" " She looked behind her, expecting her manly hoes to laugh. They did so, on cue, she smirked.

"Good thing we ain't friends then huh bitch?"

   I picked up my ball.

We're gonna do this little introduction thing quickly iight. I'm Racquel Love, I'm 5'6, seventeen years old, and been in the system since I was 13 years old. I lost my Mama to a drug overdose at 6 and was raped by my sperm donor at 12, putting me in the system once he was sent to the pin of course. I'm mixed with black and white, my Ma was white my S.D. was black and a coke head. I've been to Juvey four times already.  My first was for stealing at 15, my second was for dealing at 16 , and my other two was for prostituting and getting caught smoking marijuana which was my first and last time. I've been in Juvey  for about a year now because of the two felonies being so close together.
LIKE I GIVE A FUCK ANYWAY!

They're letting me out of here later on today with 6 months probation. They might as Well just give me my own personal cell in this bitch, no doubt I'm gonna be back soon....or Maybe even in jail. Who knows.

I'm heartless, mean, hella bipolar, tough as fuck, street smart, never hold my tongue for shit,  don't give a fuck about nobody but myself, and ain't scared of a damn soul that walks this Earth.
Fuck Life! And Fuck You!

Jacky grabbed me by the collar of my blue jumpsuit and pinned me to the medal fence. I grabbed her arm and yanked it off me.

"Watch, where the fuck you put your hands Jacklyn. See, there's a difference between you and me, you hit me, you won't be able to set eyes on your precious son again. But me? I get in a fight, they add time on my sentence. Nothin to lose baby. " I got in her face, grinning. Waiting for her to swing. She just stared me dead in my eyes, searching for fear that would never be found.

"There a problem here Maggots? " Shannon, the female guard stepped in the middle of us. I rolled my eyes at this bitch.

"Nawl, we straight. " Jacky mugged me.

"Report back to your cell room to gather your belongings Racquel." She said to me. I dropped the ball and walked back inside.

  My cell mate, Kris was sitting on her bed, reading some James Patterson novel. She was, and probably will remain the only person I've ever trusted in my life. She was Haitian, long black hair, greenish-gray eyes, and a honey skin complexion. She was hella smart, both street and book, high on the mature level of course, and since she's been here, she hasn't gotten into a fight or any type of drama for that matter. But why she was in, well that remained a mystery.

"Hey Ti fi. (girl) you ready to leave this piss hole? " She laughed, putting her book down.

"No because I'm gonna miss you. " I said plopping on her bed and hugging her.

"Awww me gon miss you too. " She spoke like I baby, making me laugh.

"Besides, I'm getting out in like, a few months anyway. " She spoke.