Ghetto Tendencies REMAKE

5: {PARTY ACTIVITY}

3rd Saturday
BROOKLYN JASIAH ALI - 16

"Take ya sister wherever you goin." My grandma said, and I looked at her with my mouth ajar.

"You see me finna walk out the house, and you decided." I took a spiritual sigh cooling myself down.

"You sure you want your grandchild around intoxicated teenagers?" I asked and she shrugged, her eyes glued on the magazine she was flipping through.

I walked out the house not even bothering. I got into Grace car and she pulled off. Once we arrived at the party I got active, active ya hear me?

I saw a group of girls twerking and that little area looked like my place to be.

"Ahhh period. Get it, purrr!" Some girls hyped me up, and that made me so happy.

See, this is the soul reason I go to parties. Girls supporting girls. Not to get drunk or high, but to twerk and get twerked on.

Shit, might even twerk on somebody daughter or son. As long as you hyping me up.

A girl ended up under me and I started to twerk on her moving my butt to the beat of the song playing.

"Y'all tryna make a next motherfuckin' scene up in here, huh?" The song suddenly changed before the other one could finish and the whole house started to shake.

Followed by some cheering, "go Trenten, go Trenten, go Trenten, go Trenten!"

I got up from the girl and somebody hopped in my spot. I went to where the cheering of his name was coming from, and seen he was doing a little wop walk on stage.

One foot up and the other one down, it was a crowd of people cheering him on. Jaice was next to him with a mic in his head, rapping along with the song.

"Wa, wa, wa, wa. Really never made no difference what that shit made." He did a little remix to it, to match the walk Trent was doing.

RJ walked on stage, and people started to scream at the top of their lungs. All he did was stand there next to a little boy he brought with him, it was the boy from the cornasto who told me I was crazy for getting a popsicle.

They was looking hard. Trenten jumped in the crowd and my mouth widened thinking he was gone hit the floor but he was caught by the people.

RJ took the mic outta Jaice hand as the song changes.

"I watched Taytrell do his murder dance, and teach me all his murderous ways. That's my cuz and we does this, ya know how that shit go." I started to get hype with the crowed as they carried Trenten around because he could actually rap.

"DC Bliss be having the club hot, fire fighters gotta be on the scene. She say she want me ta leave that pussy botched. I pay for her a diamond ring. Married to the streets baby, you can be my second spouse." He was so on beat, plus the little boy and Jaice was in sync with the dancing. Then Trenten was hyping up the crowd. It was all so lit.

"D be on my momma side, brother got that bling bling on. I'm gone always have him first, my brother gone know all my trench ways." He pointed to the little boy on stage.

"She be calling us little boys, because we be on our youngboy shit. Childish with the sex talk, she reckless with that neck game. Reckless with that gun work, and the way I walk onto stage. Trent get the crowd lit, he know how to start some shit."

"Ba ba bo BCA. Dadada dinK. I be on that tata, she be on that gaga. BloomBloomBloBloBloom Blue, my big brother middle name. Gu Gu tabo, toot ten on BeC name. Sho Boom, glo blown blow." He was just saying random shit at this point and the crowd was still copying word from word.

Trent was back on stage now, RJ handed him the mic and walked off with D.

"Thank y'all for coming out, free Bobby, y'all stay safe. Eat well, go home and wash up. But I'm done here for the night, so peace out. Much love, did I say free Bobby?" He said into the mic, waving with a big smile on his face. Then sat it down and walked off.

That was my que to walk off too. I was tired, I was getting hyped up as if I knew the song.

I walked into the kitchen and sat on the counter, I seen this boy leaned up against the cabinet and I noticed he was the boy who came to my "aid" at the cornasto.

"Hi" I all of a sudden was soft spoken, he looked up from his shoes and nodded at me.

"That was your brothers on stage?" I asked him, connecting the dots, and he nodded.

"Aw, he mentioned you in the song, that's adorable." I smiled thinking about it.

"You thought that song was adorable? That's cute, you cute." He chuckled, very amused causing me to happily nod.

"Very, very." I replied to me being cute and thinking the song was adorable.

"AHHHH!" People screamed as gun shoots could be heard outside.

"Oh my Lord Muhammad Ali." I prayed thinking about how this always happens.

The boy I was just speaking to walked away, and I think he was going towards the shooting.

What is this? Cinderella. Let me find out he dropped a glass slipper on his way out.