In Love With A Street Nigga

Chapter 1

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH"! I couldn't help but laugh at Maliyah and Lailah squealing in my ear. "Thanks yawl". :Alright girl its Friday, we all off today so what you wanna do; pick something fun because you finally leagaaaaal" Lailah sang out. I sat in my bed quietly for a minute thinking about what I wanted to do today. "Yawl lets go get our hair and nails done, go to the mall to pick up something sexy to wear and then go to King of Diamonds tonight!" "yessssss that sounds like a lil live scene" "yeah but the only thing is KOD is 21 and up" Maliyah told us sounding bummed out. I pulled the phone away from my face and looked at it crazy. "Umm I know I could pass for 21 and last time I checked yawl could too" I said to them with a little attitude in my voice. They both laughed before Lailah said "hell yea we trippin on some shit. Lets go get our nails and stuff done." I hung up the phone and got out of bed making my way to the bathroom inside my room. I looked at myself in the mirror and couldn't help but admire my reflection. "Damn girl, you finally 18...you graduated high school in the top five percent...you got your own spot...your own car...you doing the damn thang." A lot of people wonder how I'm living the way I am at such a young age.

 See my parents were on some Bonnie and Clyde type shit. As I grew up, I always remembered moving around a lot because somebody was always looking for us. I use to come home from school everyday, my mother and father would be in the kitchen getting ready for whatever they were about to do. Daddy and his crew were cookin the crack and packagin the weed while mama counted money and made sure they had all the guns they would need. Even though my parents were apart of the thug life, they still showed me love and made sure I had everything I needed and wanted. They were the closest to my heart so when they were killed, people could only imagine how I felt. The crazy part about it though Is I witnessed it all. I remember it like it was yesterday...I was fourteen years old upstairs in my room trying to imitate Ciara's move to Ride. On both sides of my TV, my daddy had someone install four more screen that way I could see the surveillance just incase some shit happened. My parents had also gotten my room sound proofed that way whenever I was doing homework or sleeping, I didn't have to try and tune out any noise they were keeping up. So of course I didn't hear the door get kicked in and I didn't hear the shooting. I just so happened to look at one of the screens. Long story short, Joc the biggest dealer on the west of Atlanta had run up in our shit. Even though my mom and dad could hold they own, they were outnumbered. I made sure they had a beautiful service and then from that day forward I was on my own. My parents had left me 745,000 dollars, eight cars, and four houses. I wasn't the average fourteen year-old. I learned how to drive early, my parents taught me how to shoot early, they taught me everything I needed to know because like my mama always use to tell me, "Aint shit in this world free, you gotta go out and get it on your own...no matter how you get it just make sure you can cover your ass". Every since my parents were killed, I made a promise to myself that I wouldn't get involved with anyone in the game.

I brought myself back to reality and started my morning routine. I decided to keep it simple today since I was gone be sexy tonight. I just threw on some acid wash joggers that hugged my body in all the right places, a white hooded crop top and some white sandals since I was gonna be getting my feet done. I threw my curly hair into a bun, grabbed my keys, phone, and wallet off my bed and was out the door. I called Maliyah as I made my way to the hair salon. "Hey where yawl at? I asked. "We just got to the salon we waiting on you". "Alright I'll be there in ten" I said before I hung up. When I got there the girls were already in the chair. I hugged them both before taking my seat between them. "Wussup girl what can I hook you up with today?" Even though my girl Tiffany was white, her ass could slay some hair. I looked at myself in the mirror for a minute; I wanted something different. "I want a bob...you know how Ciara got hers with the ashy blonde ombre and the dark roots?" Tiffany took me to get washed, conditioned, and prepped and then she start sewing my Peruvian hair in. About an hour and a half later she turned me around to face the mirror and I couldn't be happier. My shit was laid to the gods girl hooked me up from the color all the way up to the infamous "slut bang". "Yes Ma'am!" Lailah said from the side of me as she flipped her long red Brazilian hair over her shoulder. Me and my girls looked good as usual, I paid Tiffany $600 for her services and then left her a $200 tip before I grabbed my things and followed the girls out the door. We went to the nail shop which wasn't far from the salon and then to the mall.

We had been walking around this damn mall for two hours now and I still hadn't found the perfect outfit. I was just about to give up on this shit when we walked past this store called Vixen. We walked through the store and straight ahead, I saw the sexiest white dress hanging on the wall. Damn near running to it, I snatched the dress down off the wall before some hood rat could get to it. To my luck it was the last one and it was my size. I took the dress to the register; it came out to be $895.00 I paid for it and left the store. My day was officially made.