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

Living As A 'No Good' (2)

Chapter 2

~Racquel's P.O.V~

I decided on taking a shower in the bathroom that us four girls shared. I still hadn't met them, and was dreading the moment that I had to. If you hadn't noticed, I preferred being to myself.

   I was digging through my small bag of undergarments when Ms. Amanda walked in.

"You got time to talk? " Her professional act flying out the window.

"No." Was all I said as I made my way to the bathroom but she stopped me by jumping in front of me.

"I see the act you're putting on Racquel. You act tough and mean just to show people you don't take no shit. But Racquel, you have nothing to prove here-"

"You don't know me." I told her.

   She sat down on my bed, gesturing for me to do the same. I crossed my arms and shifted my weight on one leg, declining her offer.

"Fine then, suit yourself. You can't say I didn't try to help you Racquel." Amanda shrugged and got up.

  "Go ahead and take your shower. Dinner will be served in an hour. " She said before walking out.

   I watched her leave and sighed, sitting on my bed.

   Fuck the shower, I can do that later.

  I pulled my sketchpad out from inside of my drawer and grabbed the pencil sticking up from the top of the medal spiral, keeping the pages together.

   I flipped through the already-used pages. My favorite drawing, I've ever done was of a young girl falling through a black hole, all lost and confused as the fall never ended and she continued to fall. Yeah, kinda like Alice And Wonder Land in a way but, darker yah know. It represented my life.... And that girl was me at 13....

   I finally found an empty page and laid the leaded tip of the pencil in the center of the blank page.

   I let my pencil guide me as I drew the unknown. I started with light strokes when I realized what I was drawing. I pressed down on my pencil a little bit harder and stroked faster, the lines spreading out like a irregular triangle with uneven lines as I sketched the girls hair.

   Maybe about twenty minutes later, I was finished with my master piece. The girl was beautiful. She had hazelish green eyes, long brown hair pulled into a bun and two dimples on both cheeks. She of course was Ms.Amanda.

   I don't know why I drew her face. I don't know, it felt..... Necessary.

"Nice sketch. You've got skills Ma. " I looked up at a chick with an Afro from like the 70's And leg warmers smothering her legs. Her tie dye shirt shredded at the bottom, showing her stomach. The hell is this? 1970?!

  I closed my sketchpad and ignored her presence.

"You must be Racquel-"

"Rocky to you. " I interrupted and got up, walking to my dresser. I pretended I was occupied with looking for something so she would leave me alone.

"Oh sorry.... Well I'm Farrah..." She stuck her hand out. I looked at it like it was shit on a stone and grabbed my hoodie, putting it back on.

"And I'm leaving. " I retorted, walking out of the room and down the stairs.

"You're the new girl right? " Two other girls walked up to me. I rolled my eyes.

"Mhm, your point is? " I asked with much attitude.