I entered my house after a at the prison we call school.
It's around five in the afternoon but it's gotten bare dark outside. I dropped my school bag on my bed and went into the kitchen to find something to eat.
As I walked in I saw my brother and his friends filling up the majority of the space in the kitchen. Swear down I hate when they all come around and hang in my yard.
"Aye yg what you saying?" Meepa says to me while eating a bag of crisps I bought the other day for myself.
"Nothing, why you in my yard?" I reply rudely.
"Aye lowe it Rochelle don't chat to my man like that" My brother raises his head to screw me then looks back at his phone.
"Nah leave her inih, she thinks she's bad" Meepa puts down his crisp packet.
"Are you bad Rochelle?" He asks.
All of them start laughing but I wasn't going to let him mock me like that in my own yard.
"Yeah and what? swear Kaysha dumped you because you gave her a STD nasty boy" I opened the fridge and got out a coke acting casual.
"Oo my gyal mocked you still" Some lightie shouted hyping up whole thing.
"Ah are you going to take that meepa ?" Another one asked.
He got up from the work top and slowly walked towards me. I looked him in the eye the whole time to show no fear. He bent down towards my ear because he was taller then me. I could feel his breath on my neck. Not going to lie he was slyly scaring me but I kept a straight face.
"So you wanna expose man yh? think your brave yh? how would you like it if I your brother bout what I caught you doing the other day...would you like that? nah thought not you sket" He started laughing in my face still staring me in the eye, he looked me up and down then licked his lips.
I screwed him and quickly glanced at my brother then walked out the kitchen leaving them all behind me.
My names Rochelle but most people call me Yshotts, stands for young shooter. Guess you could call me a road girl but don't get it twisted i'm not like the others. See these small girls they think they know how i've lived well they don't. I've had to do things for the olders... things no 12 year old should do. Obvs i'm 16 now but it's still stuck in my head, everything i've witnessed.
Had friends that turned against me. Snakes that swore they could be trusted.
These People think they know me yh? Well they don't know anything .
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Chained To The Streets
Teen FictionEveryones story. Different endings. I came from the streets, You made your money from the streets. That's why we're different. No one ever gave me shit. Currently editing first few chaps.
