Female Prodigy

Chapter 1

Born & raised in the dirty dirty, all I've ever known is to get money. Aja is the name. Nothing & nobody can stop my hustle, I can't let that happen. I've came a long, long way and I ain't going back. Money is the key to success, without money the world can't go round. I learned all this shit at a young age & I was taught to get it any way I could, so I did. Some people may not approve of me or what I do. But one thing about me is, I don't give a fuck about the next nigga opinion. I just do me, and I do it well. I sell whatever I gotta sell to get by. I don't use all the drugs I deal except weed from time to time when I need a little getaway.

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I wasn't raised in a crappy hood or anything like that. I was actually brought up with both my parents and their prize possession two children. Neither of those two children were me of course. They passed high school with flying colors and went of to college. When I hit middle school I knew that life wasn't for me. I was smart but I didn't apply myself and I felt like half that shit we learned at school was a waste of damn time to be real. I can get money other ways besides spending my whole damn life at school. My parents kept on nagging me and shit and I just couldn't put up with it anymore so I ditched that life and left it all behind. I scooped up the little money I had made from chores and caught a bus to a place far far away from "home." My parents clearly didn't give a fuck I was gone either cause I ain't heard from em since. Even though I ditched my cellphone I thought they'd put a wanted ad, amber alert or something out! Gahhh damn! In all it just showed me how much they really cared, they didn't. I don't regret leaving till this day, it was well worth it. Now I'm 19 & I've been hustlin for 3 years.

But one thing about what I said is true, money makes the world go round. I promise y'all that. So this life I live is wonderful. I make cash money everyday and I get to buy what I want when I want. I'm working on moving out of my homeboy's crib soon. Nate kinda put me on dealing cause he did it as a side thing. I met him a few weeks after I ran away and he took me in. He works part time as a bank teller making about $10 an hour, which is straight but not enough to keep the bills paid. I don't have time for those bull shit jobs, I make way more money slingin dope and whatever else than I would at a shit job to be real. Plus whatever I made at a fast food joint I would just flip anyway, so there was no point. Most of those places want you to get drug tested too and I ain't wit it. Cause I need a little Mary Jane to ease my mind sometimes. Unlike me, Nate also goes to a community college up the road. He's actually tryna get out of dealing and shit but I think he's crazy. Putting in all that money just to get a degree and HOPE you can find a job after graduating. I ain't wit all that.

I was just ready to get my own shit forreal forreal, I had a lot of money saved up over these past few years and managed to get myself a lil used car. Nothing serious but a older Stang, 2007. I want a fresh ass Benz as soon as I get my money right and a nice 2 story house. I want to live lavish even if it's just me. I ain't got no kids, or a boyfriend nothing like that. I'm more than ready to get my shit together so I can say I did it, without bullshit school or any of that. Just me, drugs, and these streets. We gone make it, believe dat.

It was about that time to start my daily hustle. Nate had already took off to work earlier this morning, round 7. I'd be damned if I woke up that early, another reason why I don't fuck with bullshit jobs. When I deal I can do shit on my time and not on another nigga watch.

Anyways, I went to my temporary room and got out my secret stash from my safe I bought. I threw on my all black hoodie and stuffed a couple ziplock bags of dope into my jacket pockets. This was some of the loudest loud there was. This shit wasn't cheap, but I gave a lil discount to my most frequent buyers. I grabbed little cocaine for the coke heads and bottle of pills too. I was ready for the day and ready to make this easy money, just had to be careful. I grabbed my keys of the dresser and got in my car, headed to the spot. I was excited about making this cash today, I been feelin money hungry like hell. I arrived at the spot and just chilled in my car till one of my regulars was walkin on by.

"Hey, Mo you gonna get you some pills today?"

"Yeah let me buy a couple from ya, I'm runnin low anyway." She pulled out a few crumbled up bills and handed em over to me.

"5-10-11-12-13-14-15. Alright Mo that's only gonna get you 3 pills. That's cool?"

"Yeah that's fine, thank you Aja." I handed her over the pills and continued to wait on the next feening customer. About 5 minutes passed by and Johnathon came around the corner hollerin & screaming talking about he was finna die! Oh shit.. This damn crackhead always beggin me for free crack. I don't have time to be giving out freebies. He always pays me later but it's hard times right now and I can't afford it.

"Aja lemme borrow a lil some some, you know I'll pay you back, I need it. I feel like I'm dying Aja." I shook my head and watched him nod off and make jerky movements. Damn it's gotta suck to be hooked on crack. It's hard to get off that shit, and here I am selling it. But like I said before I got to do what I got to do to pay the bills. And one of those things is selling crack, to feenin crack heads like Johnathon.

"I can't let you borrow no more crack man. I'm losing money John."

"Damn Aja you gone break me lil lady." Just as he was sayin that this nigga pulled out hundred dollar bills. Over here beggin for free crack and he's got more cash on him than I got right now, damn. He gave me a $5o bill. I exchanged it with a nice amount of cocaine.

"Be easy, and don't snort that all at once johnathon, gone end up at the hospital like last time."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He threw his hand up at me and saw one of his friends passing by in a car and caught a ride with them.

Easy money, just made $65 in ten minutes. Way better than shitty ass $10 an hour and they take taxes out that shit.

I started to get hungry and decided to pull off and head to a McDonalds close by. That's when I seen the finest nigga I've eva done seen in my life! Like this nigga look too damn good. I decided not to leave the spot right away and just wait around to get a closer look at him. He was all dressed up in a suit and ALL that. This dude was fancy as hell, but that didn't mean he was out of my league. Nah. When it came to niggas if I wanted something I could & WOULD get it! But for once I was slightly intimated. He got out his car, a fuckin Benz! I couldn't believe it. This niggas had this dope ass car, my dream car. He started walking towards my spot. I had no clue where he was going because I was in a somewhat vacant area. He got closer & closer into view and I could see his green eyes against his pretty light brown skin, damn he looked so sexy. I would do so many... Never mind. My thoughts got quickly interrupted.

"Hello ma'am, are you Aja?" Ah fuck this nigga talking like he is a private investigator or some shit. I'm fucked. I tried to play it cool anyway.

"Yeah, that's me."

"Okay perfect my name is Denzel, a friend referred me to you. I heard you've got the loudest weed around." Man this nigga don't smoke no damn pot. This had to be a set up... And I wasn't about to fall for it either.

" Oh nah, I think you got it mixed up, I don't sell. I don't even smoke." I told a fat ass lie.

"Damn forreal.. I was hoping I could buy about half a pound but alright." Hold up? Half a pound! Shit I didn't give a fuck if he was a private cop or whatever this nigga was tryna spend some money and I was gonna let his fine ass.

"Oh well shit.. I might have a lil some some." He flashed a smile at me and he had the pearliest, whitest teeth, my gawd. Who the hell put him on this earth & why? Just to make my hormones go crazy, I'm guessing. I served him up and he handed me over a couple hundred dollar bills. Money smells so good, might I add.

"Damn this shit looks good, I'll have to come to you more often." He winked at me and walked back to his sexy ass Benz. Ain't no way he was gonna smoke up all that dope. What if he was selling it? Nah ain't no way he's a dealer. Shit I made enough for today and it only took about an hour.

Money just rolls in when you got the green. Sell the green in exchange for some more green. That's how it goes. I started up my old mustang and headed back to my temporary house. Shit today was straight ass hell. And I hope I see that fine ass nigga again.

Picture of Aja on Cover & Denzel to the right.