Addicted

Chapter one

                 The first time I ever laid eyes on Rayan ,I thought he was a junior-mac-daddy- wannabe that probably sat around on a Commodore 64 computer drinking grape Kool-Aid out of a mayonaise jar while watching  Good Times.I couldn't stand his ass.The feeling was mutual,though, because our first physical interaction was when he gave me the finger and then spit on my saddle shoes.We were in the fifth grade , and from the day my parents and I drove up in our Ford station wagon , I knew he was trouble.

   The movers got there about a hour after we did.I was sitting on the curb playing with jacks when the big truck came flying around the corner, practically tilted on one side.I figured the driver was going to lose control of the truck for sure , and every valuable  possession we owned would end up strewn all over the street.Being the wonderful and unselfish little girl I was, my main concern was that my black Barbie didn't lose a limb or anything in the process.Tables lamps, My father's eight track player , and my mother's china set were all rereplaceable,but the hell if I was going to be able to replace my Barbie. She was my pride and joy. I had even painted her nails with glitter polish and mad her a dress out of the red bandana  my mother gave me to wear to bed so my pressed hair wouldn't frizz up.Other than that,I wwas worried about Snoopy Snow Cone Mashine , and that was about it .

   Rayan and his parents lived directly across the street from us.He was outside that day trying to get some mail-ordered rocket to soar into heavens.What a rip off!The time I was watching him , the stupid thing never mad it a yard off the ground.It was after about hundredth time , when the movers had the truck unloaded , that I noticed was his rolling  his beady eyes at me.I was using a piece of pink  chalk to draw a makeshift hop-scotch diagram  on the street in front my hose when he approached me .His Kangol hat and leather bomber jacket made him look like a pint-size pimp.All hhe needed was a couple of gold teeth.

  "Girl you better quit!I'm gonna tell my momma on  you!''I glared at him,smacking on a wad of Bubblious like a cow.

" litttle man, you better go play with your cheap broken rocket and leave me the heck alone!"

   He got all the way up in my face then."Girl, don't you be ordering me around! I'll stomp your skinny behind  into the concrete!"

 "Ooooooooh ,  I am  soooooooooo Scared!" I rolled my eyes,chastising him.

  Then,the miniature version Of Shaft flipped me the bird , making a disgusting noice while gathering saliva in his mouth , and spit on my brand new  black and white saddle shoes.I beat his ass too.We were the same age , but I  had him by a good three inches in height.Milk wasn't due to start doing his body good for a couple more years. The wto movers had to break the fight up , and I accidiently scratched one of the men on the nose because I was not about to stop until the fat lady sings. That's when both our mothers came dashing out of out  respectives houses , yelling ," Oh, my poor baby!" and things like that.It was mad funny .They took over,  throwing our heads' in their heavy breasts and feeling all over us to make sure there was no damage done. Rayan and I just glared at each other  like two sumo wrestlers ready for round 2 .

      My mom helped me inside the house like  I was handicapped .in actuality, I never felt better  in my life.I was the victorious one.Rayan retreated to his house as well , and that was the end of it . My parents and I did  just enough of unpacking that night to get by , threw some sleeping bags out on the living room floor, and munched down on some KFC. My dad hooked up his eight track player and I fell asleep listening to the harmonizing dinging of Earth,Wind , and Fire. It was saturday.

    I started school the following Monday and anxious to get there to meet all the new kids. I rushed through a bowl of corn flakes  and caught the first 30 minutes of the flimstones before grabbing my hello kitty lunchkit and running out the door to  to get the bus stop in time.The bus was about to pull  off , and I was panting by the time I caught up to it to bang on the door ,signaling the driver to stop.After I got on the bus , he asked me who I was . I explained I was new to the school.He snarled at me ,his au naturel breath almost knocking me backwards down the steps and back offthe bus ,"Well , you make sure your teacher gets your nameon my roster ASAP ' cause I 'm not about to be picking up knucklehead I don't know. Now go seat your behind down some where!"