Blurb: Cheyenne is a teenage girl growing up without a father, when she goes to look for hi she gets a little surprise...
I open my eyes to the sound of three gunshots In the distance.
“There they go again” I say out loud to myself
I check my phone three new messages.
“3:39 in the morning” I muttered, “What the fuck?”
I get up put on a baggy sweatshirt and sweatpants. I slipped out of the house before my mom and her crappy boyfriend get up. I had to go do some business before school. I get in the car and turn off the headlights. My mom started to park her car in front of her room so she could see whenever I sneak out. What she doesn’t know is that I wait till she’s fast asleep to sneak out.
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I pull up to an empty parking lot next to a black truck. I roll my window down for the man in all black with his hoodie over his head.
“Whatcha need?”
“You got any Adderall or Xannny?”
“Yeah,” I pull out a plastic baggie,
“How much you need? 10 milligrams, how much?”
“45”
“45 isn't that a bit much?” that voice was familiar.
“Dante does your mama know your here?”
“No I'm a grown man”
“Get your ass on home”
“Nah you ain't my mama”
I pull out my AK and lay it on the dashboard. It felt cold, heavy and foreign in my hands. His eyes widen.
“Yo Cheyenne I don't want any trouble, I'm just tryna get some shit to last me awhile,” his voice raised in fear, ”my girl pregnant and I just need a high, to get my mind off this shit,” he closed his eyes and takes in a big breath, “ I dunno if its even mine.” He leans into my window I could feel his breath on my neck, heavy and hot. I move away and, grab a couple pills from the bag and throw them at him, turn on the ignition and speed away. He said something but I couldn't hear him over the radio. I would get in trouble with the boss if I didn't get that money for him.
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I walk out of my room and see my mom and her boyfriend kissing. I pull my hood over my mess of black curly hair, just over my big brown eyes so they couldn't see how uncomfortable they were making me. Mom pulls away for a second to say good morning and I could see the spit that the to of them were sharing. I gag.
I pull up to my shitty high school and see the gangsters, cheerleaders, druggies, the nerds and the jocks, my school is your basic high school with there stupid groups. I walk up to the group of guys sagging their pants, with their durags and their dark skin, but there is always that one guy that acts black but we always put him in his place. They all turn when they see me coming, I'm the only girl in the gang. I have a curvy body figure, you know the whole deal. There all checking me out.
“Ughh could you not, gosh you all can be such dickheads”
“What you mean shawty you looking fine as hell”
I was wearing ripped skinny jeans that outlined my butt, my hair was in a messy bun with a big hoodie. I pull out my phone and text Jason.
When are you getting here?
Im almost there shawty
Their being weird again.
Don't worry shawty
Ok hurry! Love you
Love you too❤️
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I go through my mom's underwear drawer and find the packet of postcards my dad sent to me when he first left. He would send them on holidays, birthdays, and sometimes we would get them just randomly. They stop after my twelfth birthday. I looked through them thinking how much of an asshole he was. He was a tall gaunt black man with little hair and deep black eyes. My mom said it was from all the stress back in the day, he just never got much more of an appetite after his father was shot.