Get It How You Live

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" 'Nesha, get in here and do these dishes."

"I'm coming," I called back to my mom.

My mama is always treating me like I'm her slave. Maybe if she stopped getting high, she would be able to clean up after herself. She had been getting high ever since my dad left and, trust me, she would do anything for a hit. I'm not saying this just because I don't like her. I'm saying it because it is the God honest truth.

"Wash dem dishes." Her body odor was a strong scent of urine and liquor.

"Yes ma'am."

There was only a bowl and a spoon in the sink, but I washed the dishes without complaining because I knew that if I did, I would get bear until my mom got tired and it was rare when she did.

"Do you need anything else?" I asked when I got done washing the dishes.

"That's it."

"I'm going over Kiara's house."

"You better be back in this house by twelve o'clock midnight," she warned.

I walked out of the apartment and into the ghetto streets of Lincoln's Apartment complex. Better known as....the projects. Kiara's apartment was two buildings down from mine do it took me no longer than five minutes to walk there.

"Where you going, sweet thang," a male's voice called out.

I jerked my head around only to see this drug dealer, Chance, standing behind me.

He was only sixteen when he dropped out of high school to start selling drugs. Everybody blames his father because he was also a well known drug dealer. Chance had a lot going for him while he was in school, too. Colleges would have still been looking for him if he would've stayed in school, but he got caught up in the fast money and living large.

"None of your business," I retorted.

The guy standing next to him looked me up and down. He was fine. His light skin glowed in the sunlight. His tall, muscular frame was so sexy and he was fly from head to toe. He had to be none other than a drug dealer because can't no other nigga from the hood afford Jordans and keep them clean.

"Come on, Ja'Nesha. I know you going to Kiara's house."

My best friend, Kiara, had been his long term crush since forever. We used to go to the same middle school and he would always try to buy her those little Scooby-Doo snacks in the lunch line trying to flirt.

"Tell her I said come outside," he commanded.

I sucked my teeth and walked up the steps to Kiara's house. As soon as I rung the doorbell, Kiara opened the door.

"Hey, girl," she greeted me.

"Hey. Chance said come here."

Kiara put her hands on her wide hips. Then, she walked outside and shut her front door.

Kiara attracted many people with her hips, big butt, and her facial features. Every person that came up to her, she turned down, with the exception of Chance. I don't know how he did it, but he stole her heart.