A Rich Girls Thuggish Memoir

chapter 1

Dez in mm

Cali pov

Wussup im Cali Cambridge, Cali being short for Calina. im the daughter of William and Alana Cambridge both very prestigious lawyers here in dallas texas, so its safe to say we're what most people would call rich. It's 6am and there goes my damn alarm clock, ugh i hate getting up so early for school. i attend madison prep and i only have one good friend there, her name is amy, cause she is one of the realest white girls i know. as i sit up rubbing my sleepy eyes i hear august alsina singing "i dont want nobody but you kissin on my tattoos" notifying me of a text message...

amster: yu better be up bitch

me: yes i am, barely

amster: yea yea, yu pickin me up or nah

me: no ho, yu pickin me up today i drove everyday last week

amster: ugh ur such an ass

me: whateva just be here in 45, love ya

amster: i love yu to trick

setting my phone on my ipod dock i turn on my morning jam, Again by kevin gates

everybody round you pretending that they ya potna (whoa)

let you have a problem they wont even help you out (whoa)

smiling in ya face, you turn ya back they talk about ya

i've been abused by this cold cold (cold) world

lord im goin out, i'm stackin all my benjamins

swear to god that i cant't wait to shit on all my friends again

imma pull a benz again, p-p-pull a benz again

imma pull a benz again, p-p-pull a benz again

oow long hair drika lookin like she got ass shots

oow doin pole an rope an sippin lean and soda i am not

glock nine by the stop sign bout fifty thousand in the stash spot

pray to god we dont crash in the whip through the dash

i can tap the gas and make the ass drop...

"Cali turn that dang music down" i hear my mother yelling at my door "im sorry mom" i reply while turning down the volume on my ipod. standing in front of my closet im wondering why they even make us wear these hideous uniforms, because those pants do nothing for my figure. i throw on my uniform and decide to wear my jordan 5 oreos, a messy bun along with simple 2 caret diamond stud earrings with a matching necklace and bracelet is my look for today. unplugging my phone i grab my kors bag to head out, and just as im heading down the stairs my phone rings, i know its amy by the ringtone so i dont bother answering since im already on my way out, "bye mommy, bye daddy, on my way to school" i yell on my way out the door. amy is standing in my driveway next to her cocaine white range rover with a very annoyed look on her face "what is the point of having a damn phone if you're not gonna answer it when i call you" "girl, shut up with that ugly ass look on your face" "just get in the car before i leave your ass", opening the door i get into the car giggling because i know she is dead serious. today is gonna be a drag, me and amy both are taking our act test but lucky for us after testing we have the rest of the week off...

Dezmond pov

"ay dez, get yo ass up man we have shit to do, today nigga" my brother jayden is yelling damn near about to break my door down, "damn nigga, im up" "well bring ya ass on then pussy". i grab my timbs from beside my bed and slide them on my feet, getting up to brush my teeth and wash my face. i walked outside where my brother was waiting for me beside his all black charger. for those wondering me and my brother are the biggest dope pushers in Dallas, aint no nickel and dimeing over this way, im talkin 40 thousand to 200 thousand per drop. i can tell jay knows im frustrated by the way he laughs at me while getting into his car. "nigga why yu got that sad ass look on yo face" "cause you dragged me outta my damn bed, so this shit better be important" "is your money important" "hell yea why, you even ask that" "cause that nigga deandre called and said we 20 short on that drop from the other day" "man i dont give a fuck about 20 dollars" "naw dumb ass we 20 thousand short" "oh hell naw somebody about to die" "well that fuckin pussy ass nigga jordan that you hired may i add is the one that did the drop, so you know what that means" "naw what does it mean" "it means you the one that gotta handle that nigga, and make it fast i gotta pick my wifey up today and you know her ass live all the way in carrollton" "who, that bougie bitch" "my girl aint no bitch, nigga her name is amy, and truth be told she way more loyal and real than them ghetto ass hoochies you deal with and i know she love me for me and not for my money cause she loaded" "well shit if its like that see if she got a friend cause i need me a loyal female on my side" "word, ill see wussup with that after we handle this lil situation" "iight nigga, thats wussup". as we pull up to the trap that nigga deandre was sitting outside the house on the phone. "wussup nigga" setting his phone in his lap he daps me up nodding his head toward the door " that nigga in there, tied up" me and jay walk in, to a bloody jordan tied down to a chair in the center of the room with duck tape over his mouth. i walk to him and tell him "now listen im gonna take the tape off your mouth, but if yu scream i will put a hollow tip right between your eyes, are we clear" he nods his head yea so i snatch the tape from his mouth, as soon as i do that he starts babbling "man im sorry i took your money but i have a wife and three kids i gotta take care of, one of my sons need braces, and my daughter is autistic but me and my wife cannot keep up with all these bills" this nigga is giving me a real headache but i understand his pain, my dad walked out on us leaving my mother with all the responsibility so me and jay stepped up because i'll be damned if my mother kills herself trying to provide but the fact is instead of asking us for help he stole from us and that cannot go unpunished. "nigga shut up with all that bullshit and tell me where my money is" "the money is in a duffel bag in the trunk of my car" "have you spent any" "no, i was contemplating giving it back" "giving it back" i say with a questioning look on my face" "yea, i didnt want my family hurt because of my stupidity" "me and my brother are tough i admit, but we are not heartless, neither of us would ever harm your family because of something you did, but if you would have asked i would have given you the money, family takes care of family but you stole from us meaning you are no longer apart of our family, crystal" i say looking at the girl standing in the doorway of the kitchen "yes boss" "go get the bag out this nigga trunk and count the money, use the money counter in my office" "yes sir" i turn my attention back to jordan "if all the money is there it will be sent to your wife as a gift from you" he hangs his head "as a gift from me huh, that means i die" "i dont know im stll thinking about that"