****2 Weeks Later****
"C'mon Tequila everyone know you work fo dat nigga Head! Stop holding out on the good shit!"
This crackhead Jo always bothering me. Dis nigga always looking for crack knowing I only sell weed. Head didn't give me none of that because he said I ain't ready to handle that stuff, and he was right.
"Look nigga! I told yo ass already I don't sell that shit. You gotta get it from Head!"
"I cain't.." He said almost at a whisper. "I owe him like bout a hunnad dollas"
"Ohhh so you plan on paying him back?" I said whispering also acting like I cared.
"Da fuck I look like. I got all his money plus some more stashed at my house in my matters in the first room on da left! Girl I might be a crackhead, but I ain't broke or stupid!"
Jo walked off and I just shook my head grinning and got back to work. I was doing over time because my birthday was coming up. And its also the beginning of the month so bills had to be paid. I was about to be 15. And every time I think about what I'm doing it hurt my heart.
I had to basically grow up all fast I didn't go to school anymore. I was in the 9th grade. Yeah I was smart. I guess I knew because my teachers would always tell me, and I do mean always. I started School early because my mom said I started walking at 5 months and started saying big words at 7 months. My first word was curious, because I watched curious George a lot at that age. When I turned 1 I could recognize letters and a few words. And when I was 2 I could read books. Everyone thought I was a baby prodigy and maybe I was. But I really didn't give a fuck.
I started 1st grade when I had just turned 4. The school said I was more advanced than the 6 and 5 year olds. Then when I was going to 3rd grade at 5 they skipped me to the 4th grade. I didn't have any friends because I was younger than everyone and a 'nerd'. I graduated elementary school at 8.
After I got into middle school everything went downhill. I was always distracted because I was sleepy or hungry. I always got into fights because kids would always talk about me or my mother. I would miss a lot of days because I didn't have a way to get there. It was just horrible. So I stopped going. Cause it was weird being the youngest mf and I wanted to be with kids my age.6 But imma start back when everything is back on track. I should be enjoying my freshman year in high school but instead I'm fuckin hustling.
It was getting late so I started walking to Head's House. When I was walking I heard a voice in the distance behind me.
"Aye! Aye come here!." ,the person yelled. They had to be talking to me because it was late and no one else was outside. I couldn't make out if it was male or female because they were yelling, and the voice was a little raspy like they'd been coughing a lot.
I turned around and from the shape it look like a woman but I still wasn't so sure. I already knew it was somebody tryna buy some weed and I wasn't just gone ignore money. Especially when its calling for me. I looked down at my watch to check the time as the person walked towards me to check the time. It was '1:43 am'.
"I'm so glad I caught you. Word on block is you got that good shit for the low.."
I looked up and what I saw next had me speechless. So many emotions were going through me at one time, and I didn't know which one I wanted to express....
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