This Thing Called Love

chapterFIVE

Its really driving me crazy

Chelsea

You would think after every year things would get better. But for me, they don't. I mean yea, i'm gorgeous about 5'9, slender, Carmel skin tone, fashionable, and never broke. I could do a whole lot better than my current situation. I am mostly know for doing hair and getting a little ratchet. I live in these old rundown projects, from the outside its dirty, but the inside is layed.

I maintain a pretty easy lifestyle. But, at night these walls talk. You hear police sirens, houses being broken into, females fighting, and babies crying. Around 10:30 i lay down, and just like every other night it begins. My neighbors start arguing.

"where the hell you been at Keith?"

"I told you I had to work late"

"boy you get off at 9, and its 10:30. You're slipping. You better not of had some bitch in my house"

"you need to calm down, with all that bullshit you talking"

They would go on for hours, doors would slam, you can hear them go up and down the stairs and about 1:00. It gets quiet and loud moans would sink through the walls. I turn over and place the pillow over my head and scream a little. Because this life is really driving me crazy.