'The Come Up'

(Chapter 1)

"yo you gone give me a ride to practice TQ?" my homie spook asked me as we were walking out of last period.

"hell naw, i ride one deep " i concluded as we walked through the crowdy halls

I dont know why he even asked me. he knows i dont ride with anyone.spook was my nigga and all but i ride one deep, no wonder i called em spook anyway he was scary as hell when it came to doin hotboy shit.

"bruh you always trippen"he muttered

" it aint that i be trippen i just like to be alone when i be doin what i do" i remarked

"doin what? Suckin dick !? yo gay ahh, always sneakin off to go see niggaz "he laughed as we approached the bus ramp

Gettin Money steada sittin round with yo broke ass i thought to his smart ass reply. i cant beleive this nigga trying me, he know i got a thing with the femalez . he be tha nigga askin me to put em down.

"fuck you! i scoffed " i be sneakin off cuzz yo bitch be callin me" i laughed as we walked off campus down the busy street.

"bitch you couldnt fuck a fly! yo faggot ah " he laughed as dapping me up.

"hol up she callin gimme a second" i said grinning and checkin my phone " aight ima fuck with you" i laughed after i ended the fake call.

"Be easy" we both said in unison as he dissapeared into his appartment complex and i took a side street leading to the railroad tracks behind school.

As i approached the tracks i came to a halt stepping behind the closest bush. i pulled the rubberband i had off my wrist and pulled my dreadlocks into a bun behind my head careful to wrap the gold tips.i put on my all black sox hat and tucked the bun under.i pulled out my all black jordan hoodie and pulled it over me and took off the hood. i didnt want to show my dreadz because police were always stopping me thinking im another fugitive or something , the hoodie i used to cover my tattoo on my inner forearm that says The Truth . my skin is light so it shows up easily, i didnt want police to reckonize it. i put on my black gloves and checked the coast.

After i saw the coast was clear i had walked across the tracks to a alley that lead to another side street. it was still there . the car i had stolen two days ago from a couple countys down. it was a 2007 chevy impala,it was black with factory everything. practicly brand fuckin new, i got it from a car lot . i know it sounds crazy but yea thats how i get down,i had broken into the place by the side window, straight shattered that bitch i dont give a fuck. i grabbed the keys off the rack and began pressing panic buttons. once the car was found i rammed the gate and took off, justt like that.

the car only had minor scratches on the front, nothing noticble. i got in and fired up the half peice of blunt i been waiting to hit.i sat and smoked while i checked my phone, my "uncle" had text me and asked if i had anything for em, he was a mechanic that had his own shop. we werent related at all, i would steal the cars and do what i wanted after a few days id drop it off at his shop and he'll pay me on how good the car was. this one was gonna get me a grip trust me.

wayne is a good dude though. we met when one night i was hungry as hell and i tried to go in his car.

my mother is never home, theres never a hot meal on the table. better yet meal at all. pops, lets just say fuck em.

wayne had caught me and offered me a "job". he told me he was a mechanic and he was looking for cars. ofcourse i didnt own a damn car , he told me i could steal them .

i never thought about actually taking someones car. i mean iv gone in them and just found things i want and trade them for weed or food.i also found keys but at that time i couldnt even drive! he taught me how to drive within a few weeks and told me if i brought him a car he would pay me...