Why Me Blad?!

Chapter 1 - Meet the McNolan's

CHAPTER 1:

Yo yo yo ma homies, the name's Snapper!

Everybody calls me Snapper. It's just one of them catchy and cool names that just snaps in your mind! I mean people say that I snap too quickly, but I don't give a ball sack. Things as small as not having my dinner bought up to my room by one of my younger sibling's on time, just sends me off the hook. I'm short tempered, what can I say? It's my gift from God.

Anyways, I'm 16 years of age. Almost 17…in 312 days. Life is good, and I mean real good. Girls, money, new car, and a new zebra. I call him Ze Blad. My uncle got him for my 16th birthday, he's the bomb man! How thoughtful could a drug dealer get?!

Ze Blad is my best friend, he's ma bro. Like a brother from another...species. Ze Blad is the most blinging most awesome and the most beautiful brother I never had. And damn, beautiful is a strong word coming from me! I mean, come on, I'm a G! The stripes on his fine ass send all the girls swooning...I mean damn, I can't even do that without snapping my hip! How does he do it? Does he have some gift that I wasn't chosen to inherit? He's a damn Zebra...a cool one too. Anyway, I take him for walks, feed him...'round the zoo, yeah, that's where he lives. My uncle said I wasn't allowed to take him home...

I cried.

But it's OK, I see him every other day when I have time if my mother isn't dragging me by the ear.

Ze Blad is just something. The way he walks, swaying his front legs and hips like he owns the place. Even the Lions bow down to him. Now that's what I’m talking about! The cap I’ve placed on his fine head, I made it especially for him so everyone knows that he's part of my gang...my one man gang. Yeah...the blinging dollar necklace hung around his neck matches the ring on my left index finger. Basically, we're connected. No one can split us apart-

"BENJAMIN MCNOLAN! WHAT IN GOD'S HOLY CREATION IS THIS?!"

Oooh damn. Snapping out of my wild thoughts, I knew I was in deep trouble. 

My mother...

Well...let's just say she's the kindest person you'll ever come across in this family. And I darn right as hell mean that! She's one heck of a lady, that's fo sho!

"YO?!" I called. No answer. Then the pounding of footsteps were fast approaching. Not good.

The door slammed open...

...Ah hell. My mother stood in the doorway, her hip cocked to the side with a scowl on her face.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" My mother shrieked.

"I-I mean, y-yeah Ma?" I stuttered. Damn. I'm glad none of my homies were here, this would have been the new talk of the school for the rest of the year. They'd all say what a whimp I am. My mother grunted and had her beautiful, beasty face mangled in that angry expression she wears 24/7. Her clothes...well, the only motherly thing on her was the apron, a duster under her armpit, my one year old little bro, wrapped around her hip and a mop held in his small hands. Was he cleaning? Well, there goes his chance of growing into an awesome gangster like me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?!" My eyes drifted down to that retched green and brown sock held by tongs- My sock! I always wondered where it ran off to. I guess that's solved the mystery I completely forgot about. My head's been all over the place lately with all these screaming maniacs around the house.

"I don't know? You tell me!" I stated innocently, flashing my gaze away from hers before she saw the white lie cross my eyeballs.

That's when she saw red. Uh- oh. But hey, that's okay. Consider it a warm smile- that's what i always think. The lady always intimidates the life out of me, but I won't let her bring me down after all these years of building myself up to this strong person I am today. Well, this is what i believe anyway. He-he.