Wednesday 8:34 PM - 2 days
'If I get a hunned more next week, thats enough for rent.. and then if we go extra I can think ahead to Bigz birthday.'
My head is plauged with thoughts, on the daily. I wake up- think, get ready for school- think, and you probably can guess the rest. 'N y'know what? Its always about money.
The rickety screen door flings open under my touch, and the floor creeks under my weight, and there is some news story playing on the old ass TV- probably another political thing or some shit. Who knows there is always some bullshit goin on-
My head lifted up, meetin the gaze of my brother- Big Stacks, or, Bigz. He RUNS the streets, makin us money. But, he's a good brother, y'know?
"Whats up, big." I looked at him, taking note of the unidentifiable look on his face.
"Mrs. Kearson Called," He began- a sigh building up in my chest, "Apparently there's a school trip, to the city."
"Mannn, I'm not tryna go to that bull sh-"
"You are going." He cut me off, "I already paid for it. And you need to be a kid. Bein' on the streets? That's a quick trip to the grave. You smart. You can do more."
The silence that followed that sentence stretched, like, how is HE gonna tell me about quittin' the streets. HE needs to quit the streets, like, man? What are you on? But, I inevitably conceed, 'coz how am I goin to argue with the only person who's never given up on me?
"Damn it.. whatever man."
Sunday, 10:11 PM - 6 days
Mother; Hey, the money for your trip to the city is on the table
Me; Mom, can we even afford that shit? It's just a trip, I can stay home and study
Me; I know I know, I'm 'not old enough to be worried bout no money'
Tuesday, 3:49 PM - 3 days
Me; do I need a ride home today
Mother; yeah, sorry, I am working a double again
Me; no worries, don't forget the trip is friday
Mother; its in my calander, baby
Me; awesome, thank you again mama. Love you.
Mother; Love you too sugar.
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