I was sixteen years of age at the time all this was playing out, and my mind would wander back to as far a I could remember. Me being 3 years old, I had 2 older brothers Ryan and Zay/ Shaud , his real name being Zayshaud. Ryan was 4 years older than me and 2 years older than Zay. I was the youngest to some menaces of society. Boys would always look my way but think twice before approaching me. It was always my brother's friends' who were bold enough to try to talk to me, of course my brothers never knew about it. We were always in the same school, until Ryan was in high school, then one year Zay and me weren't and he was in school with Ryan, that's when bitches would try me. I was short but thick , brown skin with long curly hair, my eyes hazel green causing bitches to really hate me, but in my eyes I was black. I went thru all the same struggles and discrimination, the white mfs definitely wouldn't accept me , I was too black.
"If this mutt bitch look at me one more time." I heard my nemesis in the school say under her breath but loud enough for me to hear, while in our 7th grade class room. We were only a few desks away from each other because of our assigned seats. I was never threatened by anyone or feared anybody. My brothers scared all that out of me, I grew up rough.
I recall me snickering at her words rolling my eyes. I knew bitches were just trying to test me because my brothers were no longer in the school and they believed they would have enough time to get away thinking I would call them to my defense, but I knew I could hold my own weight. That was the only problem with being the only girl. Though My father had put all his children in boxing and kickboxing classes since we could walk and talk. My hands were actually licensed but with the strings my father pulled I never did time for fighting. Also my brothers had no problem slapping the shit out a bitch for me, even though my mother despised boys hitting girls. She believed it would be better if her grown ass did it herself. Either way I would look like a punk not fighting my own battles so I always stood ten toes down regardless of who it was.
"What's funny?" I hear Danaisha say looking over at me making it clear who she was talking to. She was a light skin big girl , thinking she intimated everyone by her weight. I wasn't skinny but I damn sure wasn't as big as her. I laughed again looking over at her staring deep into her brown eyes. My silence is threatening enough as a smirk of vigilance played across my lips. I can tell she is threatened by her silence but with all her friends around, they egg her on.
"Why she staring at you like that." Her petite dark skin friend asked whose name is Star. She used Danaisha to fight all her battles, besides her being little she had no hands at all. She had got her ass beat a few times and used Danaisha for her vengeance.
"I don't know but I'm bout ready to slap the shit out of her." Danaisha spits out causing the whole class to look at her which she was intending to do. Of course the instigators began,
"You ain't gone do it!"
"You ain't bout that life!"
"Beat her ass!" They all encouraged. Only if they knew who I was I think to myself causing another chuckle to escape my throat.
"Bitch why you keep laughing? ain't shit funny." She speaks obviously aggravated.
"Your big ass is what's funny." I finally state with that same menace smirk displayed on my face. I don't do much talking I was always taught that, I was just waiting for her to say something to ignite this fuel.
"I will drag you thru this whole school bitch! Keep playing with me!" She shouts and I accept her demand.
"Come do it then you fat dirty bitch." I stayed calm only antagonizing her like I planned to. She hesitates looking around to see all eyes on her as "ooos" and "ahhhs" sound thru the classroom, as well as people laughing and pulling out their phones. I usually didn't do the whole making a scene thing, my father always taught me to catch someone outside of school, but this bitch had it coming thinking she was going to keep bullying me. For the most part I stayed to myself and didn't bother anyone, I never used my family's name to the advantage i could have and people mistaked my silence for weakness.
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The Life We Live
Fantasi18 year old Renae tries to make sense of her hood yet luxurious life, as the evil yet intriguing streets control the outcome of events. Unless she is the ONE to change it and make her life as well as everyone around her, lives, better. Join me on th...