Gangster Lovin

Chapter 1

*The song I am currently listening to while writing this chapter will be featured as the video for the chapter*

Another day of this bs. UGHHHHH, I really despise school at the moment and the only thing that keeps me focus or wanting to come back is the dream of making it out of this life.

See where I come from is not pretty at all. I usually just keep to myself, don't find the need to have friends or humans surrounding me constantly. The five friends I have, they are considered family!

Right now, I am in Accounts class -the only class I seem to understand currently, and my teacher despises me and believe me the feeling is mutual, but she'll never say anything cause I am her best student. See before I became this girl who keeps to herself I was wild- drugs, parties, doing the most at school, I was struck with a realization that this not who I want to be in the future and when I did, I lost lots of "friends".

My homegirl Alicia shouted "Miri" "Miri" "Are you even listening to me right now?" To be honest I was tired and was out of it. I didn't get much sleep last night- my older brother Rico stayed up whole night with his friends in his room next door with the music blazing keeping me from sleeping - goshh was I pissed tf off.

"Alicia I am so tired right now" "Just give me the notes afte-" Brngg Brnggg Brnnggg the school bell ringed indicating the ending of school. Packing my stuff I told Alicia I'll see her and Ashley tomorrow wishing them a safe trip before leaving but before I could get through the class' door I heard "Mrs. Livingston please stop there" rolling my eyes I turned around knowing who it was before I even saw them - Mrs. Cooper- she continued speaking "Miracle, I liked to inform you that marks are given out for class participation and all you do is sleep during my classes and it is worth 40% of your final grade and I'll happily give you 0% if you are not willing to do what it takes!".

Leaving her there I proceed to walk home, figured why not get some exercise in as well cause slowly but surely I promised myself that my body will be right for summer and I did for me cause believe me I love me the way I am.

While listening to music on my journey home I heard "Need a ride home" looking around I saw the voice belonged to "Sweet Life"

"Sure," I said hopping in and no I didn't hop in a stranger's car. That was my brother's friend from diapers whose real name was Calvin Harper.

"Wassup witchu ma?" "Not seeing you around," He said
"Firstly, I know you know I hate being addressed as 'ma' and Nothing, I've just been distancing myself what about you?" I replied.

"You know how I stay in these streets" with that being said he raised the volume of the music and continued driving in silence before pulling up to my house. But before exiting he asked for my digits and I gave him my number because what could possibly go wrong.

Entering the house, I overheard my parents arguing about groceries, my mom has an average paying job and my dad the same. See, growing up in the Caribbean things where harder than most think, everyone thinks its just beaches and coconuts and all that happy shit, but it isn't. My grandparents made my parents support themselves by an early age meaning they didn't do college or any of that stuff and now the pressure is heavy on me and my 2 younger siblings to come out and become something.

"Wanna gine gaw cut back pon d things tho Faith" My dad Junior said with his heavy laced Barbadian accent.

My mom replied saying "I know you int bring d things in d fuckin house to watch, my children gaw eat, God will provide later". "Eat now worry later".

Upon seeing me enter myparents seize all arguing and proceed to ask me about my day. See my parentsaren't always the best but neither are they the worse. But I wouldn't trade themfor anything!