The name's Arianna. I grew up in the projects. It was just me, my mom, and my grandma. My aunt and cousin ocasionally visited us. We lived in this small complex with about seven other families. Our 'house' consisted of three stolen couches.
My grandmother claims that they were left abandoned outside someone's house but both me and my mom knows that it was stolen. Truth is, my grandma's a pimp. With her 4'11'' frame, her gray hair, and her smooth voice, you'll never guess that she smokes crack and does pot. The old woman's 63 and hell, she can dance better than anyone I know, even though that's not alot.
Anyways, shes the one who taught me to dance in the first place. I'm a really great dancer. Even though im only 16, I've got rhythem and cant nobody tell me otherwise. Back to what I was saying before. So our house also had half a rug (there were so many holes), a two nightstands a tore up curtain, a beat up T.V. set that only showed black and white motion pictures it was so old and out dated that the t.v. shows didn't even have sound.
The remote control hardly ever worked. you had to smash your fingers into the buttons a good two or three times before it really worked. We had about four or five windows and the curtaing also had lots of holes in it. Matched the rug perfectly.
Our neighbor Sheila let us have the radio she and my grandmother teamed up to steal. And lastly, we had 3 huge beds. They were actually in an ok-condition. I turned on the radio Gramma and Sheila got me, and out blared PYT by Michael Jackson.
I started dancing my heart out just like grammy had taught me.
She used to be a prostitute. 'It payed the bills' she said. But then she turned old so they didn't want an old crusty dusty like her chasing away their customers.
By the time the song ended there was a pool of sweat on my forehead. Just at that moment, a gnat flew by and drowned in my sweat. ( A/N: A gnat is an extremely small fly). Poor little gnat, didn't know that it's end would come so soon. I felt so bad that I made it a little funeral. I even went so far as to name it.
'Crusty Dusty', after my grandma. I sniffed and went to get a piece of paper. I wrote:
'Here lies Crusty Dusty.
The marvelous gnat alive.
Crusty was a brave old fly,
daring to come within a two centimeter's width
of my bodily fluids'.
I sniffed and threw the fly out side on a piece of stained paper with a brownish sort of tinge to it. I don't know where it landed though.
'Oh well', I thought.
I decided to head back inside but across the street, I saw a shiny white Lexus (the car) drive up.
Oh lord it's the undercover police. They've found me. Oh lord, i'm comming to join you Crusty Dusty' I thought. They were here to arrest me for the cold blooded murder of Crusty. The thought quickly vanished as I saw my aunt Jodie in the driver's seat. Her nickname's candy cause she smells so sweet; wierd I know.
My aunt's a bigg-ish sort of woman. Even though she's younger than my mom she dosen't look like it. My cousin quickly followed her out of the car. She's 15, and her names Little Zo', but she likes Zoe better.
Finally, out stepped this gorgeous looking 17-year-old boy. Oh lord my hair looked like a bird's nest. I licked my hand and quickly ran it through my hair. I glanced to see if the boy noticed. He gave me a smirk. Well that answers that question.
'Aunt Jodie'!! I exclaimed, running to her we hugged just as my mom came out.
Her eyes widened and she tried to turn back into the house but to was too late. Aunt Jodie had already seen her.
'Meg'! My aunt cried
My mom tensed up and slowly turned around, a fake smile plastered on her lips that looked too real- courtesy of grammy-
'Jodie!' My mom said and stiffly walked over to us.
My mom didn't like my aunt because my aunt alwas tried to throw money our way, but my mother refused to accept it saying we got by just fine without it.
Soon, my aunt started boasting about her wealth showing it off.
I went over to my cousin and this mighty fine boy as my aunt hugged my mother tight. I don't know why they act like the love each other so much.
'H-hey' I said to them. Snickerdoodles! Fudgecakes and blueberry monkes! I stuttered!
My cousin grinned at me as the boy nodded once then smiled.
Call the ambulance, im going to faint. While I was busy swooning, my cousin Zoe hugged me and whispered in my ear 'That's my boyfriend Ace. Isn't he so hot?' she said blushing and smiling like the idiot she is.
Don't get me wrong, I love my cousin and all but she sure is stupid. She's 15 for god's sake. You'd think that by now, she'd know her own address or that you can't stay dry while under water, or that the first amendment dosen't protect the right to fart in public.
'Sure' I whispered back'. 'Hey' I said turning to him
'Hey' He said back with a smile.
'You kids wanna go swimmin'? My Aunt called over to us still holding my mother in a choke hold.
'Sure'! Ace and Zoe called out.
'Ok kids, get in the car we'll drive back to my house!' Jodie said, finally letting my mother down for air.
Ace winked at me then got in the car. Too bad Zoe didn't notice. Instead, she was pulling on my sleve, babbling about which bathing suit Ace would like best. Blah blah blahhhh !! I was only half paying attention, being too distracted from that wink and all.
I had bigger things to worry about.
Oh crap crapity crap! I don't know how to swim
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A/N: So, this is it for Chapter One I guess.
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