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    Icon1 The Life Of A Young Thug I

    Title: The Life of a Young Thug


    Written By: Agentt V
    Edited By: Agentt V
    November 14, 2011
    Genre: Action

    I never understood why people say money is the root of all evil; it makes me feel so good. It's always a good feeling when you know you're about to come into money. I knew my money awaited me in the school's restroom. So I walked the halls, I was calm, not a pinch of paranoia in my recipe. Sadly on the other hand, the guy who was annoyingly and closely following me was looking in every direction. Ironic how he was so worried about not getting caught yet his suspicious look was what made people peep him out. I couldn't be mad at him though, this was one of the many characteristics of an average customer. As long as youíre paying me I'm cool, besides who am I to tell a guy how to spend his money? As I walked into to bathroom I hope nobody saw him. I walked into a stall in the back of the bathroom; he stood in the one beside mine. "You think you could do it for the 15 Sun?" He asked me. Sun was the name I told him when he asked for mine, I'd rather this be business and not personal. Although when I figured it would be good business. You would think that a guy wearing a Louis Vuitton belt, Timberland boots, and a Louis V sweater wouldn't try to give you a shirt. It didn't make sense to respond to such a dumb ass question. I walked out of my stall, I guess he heard me leaving and knew why. Money isn't funny; I don't see a reason to play with it. He yelled "Hold on Sun, I got 2 more!" I looked at him in disgust, "I don't do shorts man, you can probably get 3 bags of that. wack shit that be around here for the 15 though." I told him, I never had any for him but I lost respect for what I thought his money was. Plus, I knew he had heard about what I was selling, everybody has. He pulled out a twenty dollar bill and handed it to me. I grabbed the money and I went in my inside coat pocket and pulled out my large medicine bottle. I tossed it to him, and instructed him, "Pick out a bag." He opened it and began to size up all of the bags. The aroma was thick; it set off throughout the restroom. "Come on man, you taking too long!" I yelled at him, I knew that everything that he said he did was false now, he was too much of a rookie in these situations, and just as had noticed, in walked the meanest, dick-in-the-butt, uptight teacher in the school in a time like this. He never really told me anything; he often called me his little buddy though, due to him appreciating my quietness in class. He stormed in, there was no hiding it, I looked at my customer, rookie ass almost flushed 10 of my best 20 bags. I grabbed him by his shoulder and stopped the imbecile. Mr.Blotche saw m grab him, "Which one of you got it, and don't lie!" He said, his big blue eyes hardly ever glanced my way, he played favorites a lot, and maybe he wouldn't do anything to me. Still though, if he's caught and he takes my bags I'm pretty much out of 200 bones... Maybe I can play like I don't know what he's talking about; will my customer be able to catch on...? I don't even know his damn name! I turned to look at him, he had the bottle unhidden, in his hand, the entire time Mr.Blotche was talking... amazing. "It's mine Mr.Blotche." I had no other choice, I just tried anything... He looked at me in surprise. He snatched the bottle from the rookie that got me caught. "This is yours?" He asked, I just said that, I don't see why he would ask me that, it made the situation so much more awkward to say it twice. I simply nodded. He stared me for a while, he must have been contemplating how he would handle the dilemma we were in. He stared me up and down a few times, and then he reached in as if my stash was his grab bag. He took 2 bags and stuffed them into his wallet. He capped it up and tossed it to me and walked out of the bathroom without a word. I was surprised, what a shame I wasn't able to enjoy the experience of finding out my teacher smokes weed. Recompensating my money was much more important. I spun face to face to the asshole that had just lost me 2 bags. I went into his pocket, and took the 17 dollars I just turned down. I already had his other twenty so I'm only out 3 dollars. "I can't serve you no more homie." I told him as I calmly walked out of the bathroom. That loss still fucked up my day; I snuck out of school early. Scratch that, I walked out the front door. Nobody ever pays attention to their jobs at that school... I started walking to my little brothers school, his teacher told me if he is picked up to late again she's gonna have to call child services. Bitch... I hated calling her that for doing her job, she's not that bad of a person, but to do that only added another fucking problem I had to deal with. I had to leave school early everyday so I could pick him up on time. I had already lost money today so the bus wasn't an option I need everything I can get. Walking it is, it's only about a 30 minute walk. On my way there I stopped at home and dropped off stash. I was pissed off immediately when I stepped into the rat hole my little brother and I call a home. The lights and water was off again... I took my medicine bottle out of my bag. I took out 3 bags in case I could make a few sales on the walk. Then I put my bottle back in the bag and got on to that walk. I'd worry about the water later... When I got to the school I saw my little brother standing next to his teacher. She probably thought I wouldn't show up. I walked over to them and as I was walking up, he had a note stapled to his shirt. She frowned when she saw me. Fuck... What now? "Good evening, Ms. Stone." I said as I walked up to her. "Hello Kad. How are you today?" She asked me, I guess she was making small talk before she dropped whatever bomb she had. "Well it's been pretty agitating, but I bet it'll be worse by the end of this conversation." I said as I let off a sarcastic smirk. She didn't find my joke funny, I didn't really care. "Sadly it most likely will. Your brother Donte was fighting another student today. Neither of them wanted to tell why they were fighting... Sadly I had to suspend them both for 3 days. Hopefully when he comes back he'll think more on his actions!" She stated as she looked at my little brother Donte, she tried to make him feel guilty. I quickly grabbed him, I knew my little brother. He wasn't much of a fighter. Hell, I don't even think he knows how to fight yet. "Ms. Stone, is there another way this can be dealt with? I can't have him at home for 3 days." I didn't wanna beg... but it was my baby brother. I didn't want him in a house without any lights or water for 3 days. She shook her head and with a sad look she shrugged her shoulders and walked off. So I pulled him out of the school gate by his wrist. Once we were out of sight, I let him go. "I'm sorry Sunnie." He said as he walked on the side of me. He called me "Sunnie" only family calls me that... So in actuality, only my baby brother calls me that. Everybody else calls me "Sun". I could hear that he was really sorry, I felt bad that he thought he was in trouble. "Why were you fightin' dude?" He started to look down as he walked, I could see in his face that the question made him mad. He was silent. "Pick your head up; always walk with your head high." I instructed him. He was my baby brother, when I talked he listened. He picked his head up but the anger was still apparent. "Look, how about we go talk about it over some pizza? You can get anything you want." His face lit up. "Can I get some ice cream too Sunnie?" He asked cheerfully. I nodded, I didn't really have the extra money but it was the least I could do before I took him home to... that house. It took us a few minutes and a quiet walk to get to the restaurant. When we had finally gotten our food we decided to eat there. After we got settled in I asked him again, "Why were you fighting dude?" He looked down at his pizza and began to play around with it. "Aye, Donte; I'm talking to yo-." I was interrupted, "Today Alisha passed me a note. It said she liked me, and James saw it so he took it and ripped it... I cursed him out and he said that you were gonna die and I wasn't gonna have nobody to love me no more..." he began to look down again and play with his food. "Aye look at me in my eyes when you talking." He looked me in my eyes, "Fuck James! Look, I'm gone be here for you regardless! And you better not let anybody tell you different ok?" he nodded and smiled. "And what I told you about cursing?" I asked him. ďIím sorry Sunnie... Sunnie can I have some money to play the games?" I looked at him for a moment and then got a dollar out of my pocket and gave it to him. I figured he'd be done soon. I underestimated how good he was at video games; he survived for about an hour off of a dollar. We left the pizzeria and I decided to take a bus back with him. That 30 minute walk became a 10 minute bus ride. Donte fell asleep on the bus. I figured I'd carry him the rest of the way. As I got off the bus I saw that fool who had lost me money earlier at school. He and his homies were posted up against the bricks of the Iberville projects. It was about 10 of 'em. Most of them were dressed in Louis Vuitton, the others in Polo. I didnít understand how they had such luxurious clothing and yet their housing conditions were so poor. Only one explanation, their clothing was as fake as they were. I doubt they were up to anything, but paranoia made me walk on the opposite side of the street. "Sun!" He yelled... fuck. He must have recognized me by my jacket; it was far too dark to see my face. He and his clique started walking towards me. "Say son, you still got some o- Never mind, booooooy you loud, I still smell that shit on you!" He said as he walked closer. The bastards all blocked my path. "So look Sun, I'm sorry about earlier dog but uh... you think me and my homies can get one of them bags?" He asked me, I think he didn't think I'd tell him no in front of his homies. "Nah son, I told you I can't serve you no more man." I responded to him. All of his homies were surprised. "Mannnn what?" One of them said. "Stupid ass nigga don't want make money, man fuck that boy then Fee-dog." I guess that was the foolís name. None of the other dudes went to school with me, none were familiar. I tried to walk past them, thinking the conversation was over; they didn't let me through... fuck! Not tonight... not in front of my little brother. I woke him up and put him on his own feet. "Man let's just take his shit." I heard whispered from one to another. 'Fee-dog' smirked a bit before I looked him in his eyes and snatched that false sense of thug from his chest. Their empty threats didn't bother me. "Aye, lil homie you might want give us them bags before we have to take your shit!" One of them was bold enough to yell. I smirked a bit, "Take them shoes off yo' tongue, stop runnin' your mouth. You might step in some shit, nah (know what I) mean?" I told them, they probably took it as a joke, guess they believed in overwhelming odds. "Lil bitch we would kill you and that pussy ass lil' boy you got with you." One of them yelled as their line became a circle around me. 'Fee-dog' looked uncomfortable in the entire situation. I could see in his eyes that he didn't wanna be there. "What? Look, real talk boy, chill with the talk boy. Cause whichever one of you punks said that, I want you to come to my face. Leave yo' feelings & your heart on the ground, fuck yo' feelings. Have these other punks here to carry you to sleep in a wooden bed, 6 feet beneath." I told them, I was done with conversation. I tried to walk away once again. Their words put me on edge though; you never know what would happen in New Orleans. I acted as if I was pulling up my pants and gripped something else instead. I grabbed my little brother by the wrist with my left hand and tried to walk, and from nowhere "It ain't even gotta be beef! Come here lil' man." Said the voice of 'Fee-dog', I didn't hear that though, all I saw was him grabbing my little brother's shoulder. I spun around, "Bah! Bah! Bah!" Echoed the three bullets from my pistol that laid his brains which now painted the empty street in blood. 3 more shots were fired but not landed at his friends. Blood splattered on each of his friends, Donte couldn't even move, he was left shell shocked. He couldn't move, the other 9 all ran. "Whoop! Whoop!" Yelled the sirens of a nearby police car. I picked up my little brother and ran for my life, literally. The sirens served as a soundtrack for my chase. What the fuck came over me!? What the fuck did I do that for!? What the fuck came over me!? Paranoia... I knew that. I couldn't even feel my feet moving, my mind was too busy running. All of a sudden red and blue lights flashed from behind me. "Stop! Turn around and put your hands in the air!" Yelled an officer from the speakers of his squad car. I paused... I didn't put my brother down though, and neither will I turn around. He wanted to see my face. "Turn around and put your hands in the air!" He yelled again as he was getting out of the car. I heard the car door open, and then I heard the car door slam. When I heard that I took off, I'd rather him chase me on feet than in a car. We all know who'd win that race. Just as I took off he fired two shots. Crooked bitch... he wasn't supposed to fire until I threatened him. I'm not gonna be stupid enough to fire back though. My brother wasn't hit and neither was I. I didn't need any extra problems. The cop who fired at me began chasing me. Thank god I was around the Iberville projects; I knew exactly where I could hide. Just as I was about to get to my hiding spot, the cops were already occupying the area. We were pretty much surrounded and they didn't even know it. I heard them coming and I refused to be caught. I put my little brother on my shoulders and instructed him to get into the tree above us. He moved quickly. I followed behind him swiftly. In a few minutes, police started to swarm our way. "Don't... make... a sound Donte." I whispered to him. He nodded. As we watched the police pass I felt relieved that none of them saw us. Almost all of them had passed us up, once they did I would be able to maneuver us to a safe spot. One more cop and we were safe. A fat one he was. Even if we dropped now he wouldn't be able to catch us. Only reason I didn't was because I'm pretty sure they were told to shoot on sight. So I decided we'd wait. Sadly this fat motherfucker decided to take a break and lean against the exact same tree we were in. We cautiously waited for him to move. I can't lie I was scared as shit, I started to sweat, I even moved a bit. Just as he was about to get up, something started to move in the tree... I looked back at Donte, he was as stiff as ever, but right behind him was a pigeon who just wanted to fuck with me tonight. It twitched, moved and chirped. The cop began to look around for the bird. He looked left, the right, then down, and then... "Bowwwww" a gun fired from a distance. He charged off in the direction of the shot. Seems our lives were saved by someone else losing theirs. I honestly didn't care though, wasn't my problem. I hopped out of the tree first. I held my hands up for my brother to jump into my hands and I'd catch him. Once we were out of the tree we sprinted to a nearby apartment in the Iberville. I banged on the door; my life depended on this door being answered. I couldn't run like this all night. No one answered. I banged again. It was quickly answered this time. A short female with curly long hair came to the door in a T-shirt and panties. Her name is Reina, my ride or die she called herself. Time to see if she was 'bout what she said she was about. Immediately once she opened the door I pushed Donte in. I then forced myself in. I turned on the light so that she'd see who I was since I had my hood covering my face. She closed the door and walked towards me, "Sun, what the hell is going on? And who is this?" She asked. "Look, Iím gonna tell you later, this is my lil' brother. His name is Donte." My words rushed out. Why the hell did I turn on the lights? I swiftly turned them off. "Brother? After knowing you for 2 years this is the first time I meet your brot-" I couldn't deal with her talking, "Reina, shut the fuck up! I don't have time for this, look I need to talk to my brother. DON'T TURN ON ANY LIGHTS!!!" I yelled. I didn't wanna yell at her but my nerves were bad. I pushed Donte to the bedroom, she followed. "Wait lemmeí talk to him alone." I instructed her. She listened and sat on the sofa in the living room while she waited. I walked into the room, closed the door and locked it. I sighed, took off my hoodie and began play with my dreads to calm my nerves. "Sunnie...?" Donte called me. I knew what he was about to say, "Donte I tried to talk to him! I ain't even wanna hit 'em up! He shouldn't have fucking touched you! I tried to talk to him! I tried to be calm but I had to put that muh fugga brains in his hands!" I confessed to my 8 year old brother. What a conversation to have when you're trying to be a positive influence... I plopped down on Reina's bed next to Donte. He scooted next to me. I couldn't imagine how he felt, only 8 years old and his brother had killed someone who stood less than a foot away. I saw a burn from the shell on his hand... fuck. I put my head down in shame. He leaned over and hugged me, "It's alright Sunnie... I swear on daddy that I ain't gonna tell nobody. Ok Sunnie?" He told me, he knew just what to say and do to make me feel better... I hugged him back, looked at him and we smiled at each other. Reina knocked on the door, "Sun, there are police knocking at the door..." she told me. Fuck my life.

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    Default Re: The Life Of A Young Thug I

    nice ... keep on keepin' on!

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    Default Re: The Life Of A Young Thug I

    Thanks , they'll be a part two to this soon .

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