Boondocks: The Hood Edition

Uncle R?

I made this one extra long for you guys when I wrote it. Also it's April, Sandrica, and Grant in the media. Just image they're cartoon characters😂
Enjoy!!!

Huey's POV~

18 hours later~

Guns, gangs, violence, police, and drama. That's what I'm mentally preparing myself for. If we can make it through all of that then we can survive until we move somewhere else or back to Woodcrest. Hopefully we never move back to Woodcrest.

The guy who loaned us this house knows Grandad, so we didn't really need to fill out paperwork and all of the stuff that comes with it. All we gotta do is pay the rent, water bill, electricity bill, and the cable bill until we move out.

"Huey, why isn't this stupid damn thing workin?" Grandad frustratedly sighs, trying to get our new house key through the lock. I grab it from him and try myself.

We're the second house closest to the end of the block. I can't make out too much of my surroundings, because my eyelids are far too heavy right now and I'm tired as hell.

I jiggle it around until It unlocks, making Grandad and Riley crack a tired smile. With only our blankets and some pillows for now on our arms, we walk through the door observing. It looks just how it looks on the web except a little smaller.

The moonlight illuminating the room disappears as Riley turns on the lights. "Boy, if you don't turn that damn light off!"

"But Grandad, I thought I felt somethin ticklin mah feet."

"It's probably harmless roaches. You'll get over it. Hell, you look like a damn roach." Grandad hisses, making a small pallet on the small living floor with the blankets that we bought in here. Good thing the floor in here is carpet.

I turn the light off, goin into the living room to find a nice spot for me. "Wait..we s'posed to sleep on dis floor...with the roaches?" Riley asks, confused.

Grandad angrily sits up. "I already told yo black ass that we movin all the stuff in here in the mornin. Now, make yoself comfortable, and shut the hell up." He lays back down. Riley sucks his teeth, coming too close to where I'm at.

"Woah, don't you think you're a little too close?" I question, sitting up.

He throws his hands up in the air then descends them, giving me a deep scowl. "Nigga, you see dat there ain't enough room up in here. I ain't tryna be this close to yo gay ass no way."

I scoot my pallet over some. I'd sleep in one of the rooms, but the rooms got hardwood floor except the living room and dining area.

Facing towards the wall, I find myself drifting off..

Until I feel a kick in my back. "My bad, Hue. Jus tryna get comfortable."

I scowl, turning back over. It was a eighteen hour drive here, and sleep can't wait any longer. I almost went insane in that car. I can't be around Riley for that damn long ever again. I shift and turn in my small pallet, trying to get comfortable until I find a decent position.

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The next morning~

"Finally you're up. Rise and shine!"

I slowly peel my eyes open to see a stranger standing over me. I rub my eyes, making my vision more clear then focus my attention to the time on the stove then back at the stranger that's standing inches away from me now.

It's eight fifteen in the morning. I've never slept so late a day in my life. I stand up, yawning, unfazed by the stranger that's just staring me. I notice that Grandad and Riley aren't in here, but their pallets are.