Snakes

Two: What Goes Around

"Damn Mike! Mike! C'mon man, wake up!"

This was 2010, with my sister Dejah, and Izzy. School had just started, and all the white people had the new iPhone 4. Luckily, my friend hooked me up and got me one too.

"Mike! Wake up! We finna' be late! it's 8!"

Dejah is my older sister. She had long hair for a black girl, and she was as skinny as a pixie stick. She had dark brown eyes. She always would look out for me. She's 18, about to graduate, and was basically the leader of the house ever since Ma passed away.

"Mike man, you gotta go to sleep early!" Dejah commanded.

"Alright, alright! I got you..." "Promise me?"

"Yea yea. I promise. Now can I get ready?"

My Ma died in a car accident, in 2008. I loved her so much man. So much. My Pops told me not to cry, but I just couldn't hold it in. She died April 28, 2008. I didn't talk to anyone except my sister and Izzy for two months.

"Isaiah Thompson?" Mr.Reginald asked for attendance. "Here, ugly ahh boy," Izzy would always make fun of the teachers. He was always a trouble maker, and always was in fights. Matter of fact, he was going to be in a fight today, after school, over some light skinned girl.

It was going around the school that Izzy was going to get jumped. There was another rumor that they might even steal his Gucci belt. I'm going to be honest with you, I'm not a fighter, but ain't nobody is going to jump Izzy on my watch.

After last period of school finished, everyone ran to the pit to see this fight. "Pussy nigga," John laughed at Izzy. John was his opponent. He was 17, 5'11, and was the starting Point Guard on our Varsity team. He was a Chico, with curly hair and a square jaw. He snatched all the babies, but not more than me, of course.

"I heard y'all niggas wanna jump around here," Izzy had heard the rumor, and stated the rumor at John. John was quiet. At the corner of my eye, I see another Chico with a chair, about to pop Izzy head off. My words at that moment would be slower than my actions, so I tackled that Chico.

Next thing I know is that my Michael Kors watch was stolen, my Cool Grey 11's were snatched off my feet, and I could tell that my eye was busted and swollen.

I heard Izzy's voice, and Dejah's sobs in my ear. It seemed distant.

"Mike, oh god Mike!" Dejah squeezed me so tight, and I was sore as hell, so she wasn't making anything feel better.

"Michael, man. I'm sorry," Izzy looked sad, with those pudding brown puppy eyes he had (rhyming accidentally).

"What you sorry for nigga?" I replied. "You ain't do nothing wrong. You look roughed up, too!"

"Nah, man I brought you into this."

"Nah bruh, I brought myself into this. Chico was about to jump you, and I-"

Dejah had cut me off rudely, as she just covered my mouth. Her hands were shaking.

"What matters now that you're alive. We gotta call daddy." I heard the shake in Dejah's voice.

I was in the hospital for about a day. I had to get a new iPhone, and I had six stitches to my right eye. I found out my rib was fractured too. It didn't matter anyway, Izzy was right there beside me. He was in better shape than me though. That's all that matters right now, at least.