CHAPTER ONE
Sunday Morning, Kicking it with the homie Enrique, busting out some oldies on his low rider impala 61.
Riding through the streets of beautiful Long Beach, forgetting about stress, the harm, fear and problems. Until I Remembered, it's Wednesday, checked my phone , 6:30.
" Shit" I said. " Aye I'm 30 minutes late I'm supposed to be at the studio at 6:00 Luis is probably pissed." I told Enrique.
Luis Is my producer, yes I sing, more likely rap. I have a goal of making my dream come true.
" Well Rascal, your always late anyway he won't do nothing but yell that's all." Enrique said laughing out loud.
Rascal is my nickname out in the barrio, everyone calls me it. I really don't have my real name known. It makes me sound weak and soft. Well , "Rose" is my real name. No one in the barrio knows, when I came in I didn't want to tell them my name. Wanna know how I got the nickname? For the first 3 months in the Sureno 13 gang, I was being called girl or chavala.
After 4 months half after, I became a juvenile delinquent all I did was just get locked up. I did many stupid things you wouldn't believe.
" Guey correle, there's not much time" I said.
I arrived at 6:48, yeah..... 48 minutes late.
" Little Ms. Rose is late again, wonderful." Luis said.
( Yes he's one who knows my real name)
Luis walked in front of my looking real pissed.
" When are you ever gonna get your crap straight that your suppose to be here at 6:00!?" he said yelling.
" We only have 2 hours left!"
" My bad," I said sarcastic "my ride was a bit late."
" Like always, get a new one then"
I ignored. " Can we start now?" I asked.
I hate getting yelled at, I hate arguing with him but it was a everyday routine. I fell in love with Luis a month after we met at this studio. Everyday we'd make songs. His brown hair , his beautiful big dark brown eyes, darkish tan skin , his body posture, the way he dresses normal but its so unique from the rest of the guys. The good thing was we're just 3 years apart. He's 20 and I'm 17. We are sort of in the "friends with benefits" zone right now. We've been thinking about taking it up a notch but I'm not gonna force him too, he needs time. When we first met in the studio. I was barely 16, 3 months away from turning 17 , he already turned 20 in March. My birthday was in July. After a month, we started flirting. 2 months after we had strong feelings for each other. July came my birthday was around the corner. He asked if we could spend my birthday together alone.
I agreed. So that night on my birthday we went to his house. Watched movies he bought me a mini cake which was cute. I noticed he kept starring at me the whole time checking me out. After I got done eating cake. He started touching me. Seducing me.
Next you know he's on top of me with no clothes on, our skins touching. That night was the first, and it was passionate.
He was outside ready to play the beat, the microphone in front of me. I felt like a real singer, every time I'd sing or rap through that microphone, that's where my daydream starts.
