Once again this is my new story It's a crazy world. I didn't really have much of a summary for it because each new chapter will have a different plot. I have so many 'episodes' plotted out already and have some already finished. This chapter is pretty tame on the offense level but the next one is really offensive to the sensitive. Each chapter will have an episode title an summary because it's fun. No need for a disclaimer you already know Aaron McGruder owns the Boondocks. (And created it. Thank god for him) Btw the bold italicized parts are Huey narrating. Other narrations are omniscient. I think this is easiest for me to update because since every chapter something different is going on I don't have to think 'whats next in the plot?' So looke forward to a lot of new content.
"You don't have to call"
New neighbors move in and Huey thinks they are selling something illegal. Also Huey finally gets a cell phone but someone keeps calling and pestering him.
To most people the idea of new shoes or new material possessions bought from companies that exploited its workers and violated human rights was exciting...I was one of the exceptions. Even if the companies were ethical I still don't like most material items. There's so much more I could do with my money than to spend it on a pair of the newest sneakers that niggas is killing themselves over.
Grandad, Riley and Huey was in Foot Locker at Woodcrest Mall. Grandad was looking at shoes and was asking Riley his opinion of them. Robert pulled on some new purple and blue Jordans. Huey sat boredly in a seat close to the door.
"How these look boy? Do I look like a playa? Don't I look fly?"
"Please, Grandad. Don't use the word fly and... them shoes is nice and all but... they don't look right on you."
"Why?"
"Cause you an old nigga and only new niggas should wear them shoes, no offense."
"Boy! You grandaddy looks good! Just for that I ain't buying you nothing."
"What! I was telling the truth you look like a old nigga in them shoes. No disrespect."
While the two sat there and bickered, Huey's eye wandered over to the bookstore across from them.
"Huey! You want some new shoes boy cause your brother over here is being a hater!"
"What! You call me a hater over Huey. I know you don' lost your mind now Grandad."
"No thanks. Can I go to that store over there?" He tilted his head towards it.
Grandad moved his hand in a dismissing motion.
"I don't care, boy. Riley! Bring me those orange Nikes." Riley picked up the plain bright orange shoe with a face of disgust and brought it over to Grandad.
"Ugh! This ugly shoe don't even look good by itself, how the hell it's gon look good on you!"
"Boy! Shut the hell up! With yo disrespectful ass! Put these shoes on my feet."
"Ugh Grandad! You got corns on yo toes."
"Boy close your mouth and come put it on me!"
"Pause."
~~~ Huey in the Bookstore~~~
Huey walked into the bookstore where there was a young, white brunette reading a thick book and she looked up at Huey with a perky smile.
"Oh hi cutie! How are you? You lost? The foot locker is across from here."
"Yeah. I know." Huey walked to the back of the book store he walked passed the biography section. He walked towards the nonfiction section.
Huey read the names of the books that his fingers passed over.
"The Art of war...On my back...Life Lessons...Revolution Possible..."
He looked at some more books and picked two and brought them to the counter where the perky brunette looked up and smiled perkily.
"Hi cutie! Ooh look at these! These are quite large books! Do you plan on reading them both?"
"Why else would I buy them?" The girl shrugged and continued scanning the books.
"$47.18 is your total cutie. Hey...what's your name?"
"Why? Are you a secret agent?" Huey looked at her suspiciously and handed her a 50 dollar bill.
"Ha-ha-ha. No! You must be smart to be reading all these historical books and stuff. By the way I'm Lauren." She was bagging up his books and handed him his change.
"Thanks. Huey."
"Hope to see you soon Huey Cutie!" She smiled and waved at him.
White folks think every short black person is cute. I bet if she saw me in about 7 years she wouldn't think I was cute. She'd probably call the police. Or want to...never mind. He didn't want to think about that particular thing. Huey took one of his books out of his bag and began reading. All of a sudden someone bumped into him hard. The other person began to yell at him.
"Ay! Watch where you going motherfucker or—oh it's Huey! What's up man!"
Huey nodded his head in greeting then looked at Ed Wuncler the third and Gin Rummy standing beside him in their I'm-bout-to-fuck-shit-up gear.
"Why are yall here..and dressed like that."
"I come to get revenge on this Korean bitch. I ain't gon kill her or nothing I just want to scare her and shit. Rummy here is along for the ride."
"I haven't did anything exciting in over a month. I haven't shot anything up in over a week. It's long overdue."
"What? Yall can't just-you know what? Why don't you wait two minutes to do whatever yall about to do and let me get Riley and Grandad out."
Ed and Rummy looked at each other.
"You got two minutes." Rummy spoke in his serious tone. Huey ran into the Foot Locker where Grandad had just finished buying his next pair of shoes.
"Grandad we gotta go. Ed and Rummy here and they brought guns."
"What! Damn! I wanted to go to Victoria's Secret and talk to that sweet cutie pie-"
"Grandad...There's no time. I told them to wait at least two minutes before they started shooting shit up so I can get you and Riley outta here and—wait. Where is Riley?"
"He just went to the bathroom."
"Well I'll get Riley and you leave." Huey ran off to the bathroom. He saw Riley walk away as the urinal flushed and Huey walked in.
"Ugh! Nigga why you watching me pee!"
"Riley shut your dumb ass up! We gotta go. Ed and Rummy about to shoot shit up."
"Shoot shit up?"
"Yeah...Shoot shit up!"
"When?"
All of a sudden they heard gunshots and the sound of glass breaking and people screaming.
"Dammit. Well at least we know the gunmen and they won't shoot us." Riley said optimistically.
"Yeah but they shooting at an old, bitter Korean lady."
"Aw shit it's a Korean store...they gon die. Them Koreans always armed and ready to pop off."
"We gotta get out of here before they close the doors and block the exits."
They walked out the bathroom and heard an alarm.
"Too late. Damn."
About 12 yards down, there was shooting and glass everywhere. There were people who were mostly white and suburban sitting down against the wall with their kids scared out of their minds. Then Ed and Rummy step out from behind a wall and began shouting at a Korean woman with a fully automatic weapon and her daughter and son who had semi' automatics.
"You motherfucker! You give me money! I did job right!"
"No you didn't you yella' Chinese bitch!"
The lady, now even angrier at his statement, stood on top of a table and began shooting what seemed to be hundreds of bullets in their general direction. When she stopped shooting she screamed,
"I Korean motherfucker!"
"Damn. This bitch shooting at us! Man Rummy! I didn't think she would actually shoot at us!"
Rummy was silent as Ed sounded like he was almost in tears.
"Damn...that bitch gangsta! She shooting up this bitch like what! Got Ed crying and shit! Hope he don't shit on hisself! Ay Huey! You think anybody would notice if I took some shoes?"
~~~~2 hours later~~~~~
The police had shown up and the Korean woman was taken into custody. Ed and Rummy received no consequences. Though Grandad seemed happy that me and Riley were okay, he had another bizarre reaction. The morning after the mall shooting fiasco and Grandad claimed he had a surprise for me and he told me and Riley to wait for him outside of school instead of walking home.
It was 3:00 and the bell at J. Edgar hoover rang about 5 minutes ago. Huey, Riley, and Jazmine stood outside of the campus and waited for Grandad. Tom was late on a case so he couldn't pick Jazmine up today, so he called Robert to pick Jazmine up. Usually they would walk home but this morning grandad told them to wait outside so he can pick them up personally. Why? They had no idea. It probably had to do with the surprise he had for them.
"I Wonder what Mr. Freeman's surprise for you two are? Ooh maybe it's a bike or ooh...maybe it's a pet like a puppy or something! That would be so great!"
"Uh...no it won't. I want rims, a chain and some shoes and some clothes. Yeeeah! That would be off da chain! I can't wait!"
"All I want is my own room. I don't need anything else." Huey stated matter-of-factly.
"I want another kitty." Huey gave her a look.
"A Cat? Them demon pets. Man I wish grandad would get us a damn cat! I ain't feeding it. When it piss everywhere I ain't cleaning it."
"Like your sheets when you have a bad dream." Huey muttered in a low voice. Jazmine giggled.
"That was one time. Why you gotta bring up old shit, Huey?! Man, fuck!" Jazmine gasped.
"Riley. That's terrible language!"
"So what!"
Suddenly Grandad arrived in Dorothy playing some Al Green looking almost chill and relaxd.
I'm I'm so in love with you...
"Hey grandad."
"What's up Grandad!"
"Hi Mr. Freeman!"
Grandad only nodded his head in response. Grandad turned the radio down. He seemed to be in a good mood. Despite what just happened, Riley also seemed to be in a good mood. Jazmine was as happy as always. Huey was...well he wasn't scowling.
Riley and Jazmine sat in the back of the car.
"Ay grandad! What's this box back here? You got me a present? Man you shouldn't have!"
"And I didn't! That's not for you boy stop touching! It's for your brother."
Huey, sitting in the front seat, perked his head up.
"Oh. It's for Huey. It's prolly something gay."
Huey rolled his eyes from the front seat.
Jazmine was curiously tuned to the conversation while Riley was shaking the box.
"Boy stop shaking that box! You're gonna damage its contents!"
"I'm tryna figure out what its contents is. Man Grandad you bought something for Huey and not me. That's messed up. You always playing favorites!"
"Boy if you don't shut your mouth up I'm gonna come back there and beat you!"
Riley sat back in his seat with his arms folded across his chest mumbling to himself. Pretty soon they were pulling up to the house. They looked at the house next to them and noticed a giant moving van in their yard. There were a lot of men bringing in lots of furniture. Also amid the furniture was something that looked like cargo and was covered up in big sheets.
"Oh. We got new neighbors. Hope they're black."
"Nope. They whiter than mayonnaise. Crackas."
Huey looked at Riley.
"Nigga don't look at me like that. I bet when we moved these white people said the same thing except they said niggas instead."
Grandad walked up to the door and unlocked it. He ushered the boys and Jazmine in with a smile on his face.
"You know boys after that whole mall fiasco I realized the world is a dangerous place," Huey gave him a 'no shit' look while Riley merely raised one eyebrow, "so from now on I will keep my eye on you at all times. That is also why I brought Huey this to keep with him at all times."
Grandad snatched the box from Riley's hands and handed it to Huey. Both Jazmine and Riley stared with curiosity as Huey opened the box. Riley gasped and Jazmine smiled as Huey put the white device in his hand.
"An iPhone? You bought me an iPhone?!"
"Yeah. I figured you would need one of those cellular phones to have on you. Man cellular phones have gotten more expensive nowadays. But I figured it would be cheaper than a funeral."
"Grandad. You could have bought me a less expensive, less f-"
"Well Huey can't put a price on safety." With that Grandad walked away.
"Man Huey! I always knew you were a hater! You got an iPhone and you bugging!" Riley walked away shaking his head. Huey turned to jazmine who looked to be shaking with excitement.
"Jazmine...you..okay?"
"OH HUEY! You got a phone! Now we can talk to each other when we're not there in person!"
"Yeah. That's kind of the idea of a phone."
"Now I can call you if I have a question about homework or if I want to invite you over and you're not home or if you want to go to the hill or if we Wha wha wha wha wha wha wha whaaa..."
Jazmine rambled on and on about the advantages of Huey getting a phone. Huey just sat and thought. Grandad is definitely going through one of his phases. The phase where something happens and he does crazy things to ensure it won't happen again. Sigh. It's gonna be a long week. When Huey turned his head, Jazmine was taking a picture with his phone and she was pressing buttons.
"Jazmine? What are you doing?"
"I'm putting myself in your phone as a contact silly. He-he." Then Jazmine's phone started ringing and she started pressing buttons on it.
"Look now you're in my phone too. Now we can talk whenever." She put her phone in the air with the back of it facing Huey's face. He didn't notice since he was so busy thinking. By the time he turned his head it was too late.
"Jazmine don't-"
Click.
"What? You're not a vampire Huey. You could take a picture. It's not like you don't have the looks."
"Jazmine. Vampires are afraid of mirrors."
"So...your point is...?"
"Look, Jazmine. Don't get too attached to that phone. I'm gonna get Grandad to take it back to the store."
As I said earlier many kids would be excited at the prospect of getting the newest material possession. But I don't really care about having a phone that costs as much as some people's rent. The fact that Grandad was willing to pay so much for this phone disturbs me and lets me know that his 'mission' to 'keep us safe' is really really really serious.
"Aw Huey. Why you gotta be a party pooper." She walked out the living room and into the kitchen. Huey followed behind her to talk to Grandad who was also in the kitchen. He was on the phone talking to someone. Jazmine was in the fridge and pulled out juice and poured it into a cup.
"What? You won't come. Why...? Look where? Bushido Brown? You can't do it? What? Hell No! Fuck you!" He slammed the phone shut.
He immediately went to his laptop and slowly typed, with one finger at a time, a website in.
"Grandad? Who were you talking too?"
"I was trying to order some bodyguards. But they wouldn't come."
Huey looked at the website he typed up. DontGuardem dot com. All three of the Freemans' picture was there.
"Said if Bushido Brown was killed it would be suicide to come here. Damn Hateocracy!"
"Oh. Well grandad I want you to take the phone back. I don't need it. There's plenty of other things that can be bought with the money you spent on that thing."
"Huey," Grandad sighed, "I want you and your brother to be safe. This is the only way I know how. I need to have direct communication with you when I need it. What happened at the mall is just a reminder that the world we live in, even though we're living in lily-white suburbia, can be dangerous."
"Yeah. But Grandad-"
"Noope. I don't want to hear it. Boy! Be happy that I care about ya'll deliquent asses! Hmmph. Boy got a problem with what I bought. I ain't spent all that money on that damn MyPhone for you to be complaining. Better be glad I care at all the way these crumb snatchers cause all this damn..."
Grandad continued to ramble as he walked out of the kitchen. Huey just looked at Jazmine and she looked back at him for a moment before she took a sip of her juice and her smile slowly grew really big.
"Jazmine don't-"
"YAAAAAY! Huey got a phone! Huey got a phone!" She said this in a sing song voice after her obnoxious scream. Huey sighed, looked murderously at the white phone in his hand and walked up the stairs to his room.
~~~~3 hours later~~~~
Jazmine had gone home about a couple of hours ago after taking pictures of her, Huey and a reluctant Riley. She even took pictures of a bowl of fruit. Riley had secretly called his 'niggas' on his phone. Everyone seemed to be enjoying that phone all except Huey. Huey was in the living room downstairs reading one of his new books. All of a sudden there was a crash upstairs. He ran up the stairs and saw Riley's lamp on the floor along with his iPhone.
"Riley? What the hell!"
"Man! It was an accident! Calm yo nuts nigga."
Huey went to pick the phone up while Riley picked up the lamp and put it back on their dresser. Huey looked at the phone and noticed all the apps on there. There were rows and rows of random app titles like grow a beard, Doctor gone, Talk dirty to me. What the hell?
"Riley! What the hell is all this?" Riley lay casually on his bed playing with his PSP. He looked up at Huey.
"What nigga? It's called apps. Man Huey! I swear sometimes you an old man like grandad."
"I know what the hell they are. I was just wondering why you put them all on here?!"
"Oh. I knew it would annoy yo' gay ass." Huey kicked Riley in his side.
"That ain't hurt! Gay ass nigga..." Riley got up and walked out of their room.
Huey sighed and sat down on his bed. He continued to scroll through the apps and accidentally pressed one called Amplify Spy. Then Huey heard sounds like people were talking.
"What the...?"
"Yeah. Hey Johnny! We got the stuff here. I don't think anyone here suspects a thing. As long as we pretend to be the nice people we portray we can continue to sell and no one will suspect a thing. Yeah. I gotta go. Jennie wants to meet the neighbors. Ha ha. Okay. Bye."
"What the...?"
Huey looked out the window and pondered about his neighbors for a few minutes before he heard his phone ring. It was a dull, boring beeping sound. He saw Jazmine's face from the picture she took earlier. He sighed. He didn't really feel like talking to Jazmine but he knew that she would only pester him tomorrow about why he didn't answer.
"Hello."
" 'Ey 'ooey."
"Jazmine are you eating cause I can barely understand you. Either way, I have to call you back. I'm busy." She swallowed whatever she had in her mouth.
"I know but I promise I'll be quick."
"Okay. What?"
"...Well...What you doing?" She said in an annoying sing songy voice.
"Jazmine." Huey said with a warning.
"Okay. Okay. Can you come over tomorrow?"
"For what?"
"I need you to help me with my science project."
"I can't."
"Why?"
"Grandad is keeping us on lock-down. Riley tried to go outside and practice doing layups earlier but he told him that it's too dangerous out there."
"Out where?"
"The world, Jazmine. The man has gone mad. Anyways I can't help with your science project. Okay."
"Aww. Well...okay. Bye Huey."
"Bye Jazmine." Huey hung up and put the phone in his back pocket.
"Boy! Get down here! The new neighbors here want to meet you and your knucklehead brother!"
Huey got there and Riley and Grandad was standing at the door talking to the neighbors.
"So does your car have rims? Cause if it do then that's tight."
Robert hit Riley in his side as a warning.
"He-he. That boy's so silly. So... Jennie. Bill. This is Huey. My other grandson. His name is Huey. Don't mind his hair. He has a condition where it just won't stop growing. Say hi Huey."
Jennie spoke first in a cheery voice.
"Oh. Hi Huey. They're both so adorable. And I happen to love his hair. So untamed and free. I think that's how we should all live." She smiled so hard her cheeks looked like they would pop. He husband also looked way too happy. Huey was suspicious, especially after that phone call.
"Yeah. I'm Bill, by the way. So neighbors my wife baked a pie for you."
"Yeah it's southern style pecan pie. I used my great grandmother's recipe. She was from Louisiana."
"Yeah? well..Bill? Jennie? I can't be rude after you have been so nice to us. Would you like to come in and have some cheese?"
"Oh, Robert we would love some cheese."
Bill made a gesture to her and pointed at his watch.
"Well...honey. It's about that time."
"Oooh. I'm sorry, Robert. Me and Bill have dinner plans with our...um... interior decorator."
"Yeah. We'll take a raincheck on the cheese. But thanks Robert and definitely next time we'll hang out and have cheese."
They walked away as Riley sniffed the pie.
"Um...this sh-" Robert looked at him.
"Um...this stuff smells so good. Way better than Ms. Dubois cooking. Maybe white people can cook. Not that I've ate much food from them." He walked away towards the kitchen most likely to swallow the pie whole.
I gotta warn Grandad that they're not good company to keep. With his new agenda on safety he should listen to me. But then again...
~~The Next morning~~
"Boy! Why you so paranoid? The new neighbors are nice people. You saw them last night. They were polite, and-"
"But grandad! You gotta listen to me."
"Shut up boy and get in the car!" Grandad walked out of the kitchen. Riley was at the table slurping the milk out of his cereal bowl.
Huey was about to walk out of the kitchen until his phone vibrated. It was a text message from Jazmine.
Hey Huey. Good Morning.
Jazmine we're going to see each other in about 20 minutes.
I Know. He he.
'He He? Who is she? Michael Jackson?'
Huey then walked outside and got in the car and headed to school where he was about to be annoyed all day. In homeroom, Jazmine who sat next to him, texted him throughout the class period.
Hey Huey.
. .I' . .You.
Without looking he pressed send.
Okay...? Um.. I wasn't doing that.
What? Of course you were!
Um..Huey...I know you're all new to the phone thing but..read what you sent.
Huey looked at the message he sent and groaned internally. It read 'Jasmine stop sexting me. I'm not sexting you.'
I didn't mean to send that. It was the phone.
He he. Don't worry Huey that happens to people all the time. Welcome to the world of auto-correct.
~~~~the last period of the day~~~~
Huey. I don't know how to do this can you help me.
Jazmine?
Huh?
I'm still sitting next to you.
He-he. I know that! Am I bothering you?
What was your first clue?
Well the tone you used through your words and how you wrote them and you kept reminding me the exact time I texted you and how unnecessary it is to text you.
Rhetorical Question Jazmine.
Oh. He-he.
Huey sighed and attempted to put his phone on vibrate. He than had an idea. Huey grabbed the phone and put it on top on his table and started tampering with it. Jazmine gasped next to him. Then a message popped up.
Huey! What are you doing! You're gonna get your phone tooken.
Taken, Jazmine. Taken.
No time to correct grammar Huey Freeman! Put it away.
"Huey Freeman. Why do you have a phone out?" The teacher Mr. Reese called out. Everyone in the classroom turned to look at him.
Huey planned on getting the phone taken so Jazmine could stop bothering him, and he couldn't pick up phone calls, and plus he hated the phone. He barely knew how to use it. But then again, he barely tried.
"Well..."
"Were you texting? In class?"
"Maybe..." He walked up to Huey's desk and reached his hand out.
"Hand it over, Huey."
Huey gave him the phone, then he looked at the man's shocked face.
"This is the new iPhone! It's not even out yet!"
"I doubt that that's true-"
He handed him the iPhone back.
"Here. You can keep this. It must be from somebody important."
What?!
"What?"
Huey inspected the phone. It didn't look any different from any other iPhone's he had seen on TV and in real life. Then Huey noticed a small Silver W at the bottom of the phone.
"But why would there be a W on the...Wuncler!" Huey whispered to himself, then he looked at the clock. It read 2:53. Two minutes before the bell would ring. Close enough. Huey then he grabbed his bag and ran out of the school and off campus.
He ran all the way home and then realized that Wuncler could be teamed up with the CIA or FBI tracking him. So he threw the phone closer to the new illegal neighbors house. He was glad he didn't put anything incriminating on the phone. He was angry that people were still harassing him. He told everyone that he was retired.
Huey ran upstairs and began typing on his computer. Then someone busted in the door.
"Boy! What the hell is wrong with you! Running out the school like you Maniac McGee! What you think you Forrest Gump or something?!"
"Grandad you don't understand. They're after me. I don't know why but," a thought had occurred to Huey, "...wait Grandad where did you get that phone?"
"Umm...I bought it at the Pear? no. Orange. No. Apple! Yeah that um...apple store at the um mall."
"Grandad?"
"Alright, alright! I got it from Wuncler. I was driving to the mall but then he saw me passing and he stopped me and then I started talking to him about his ignorant ass grandson shooting up the mall and I told him I was on my way to buying you a new phone and yada yada yada. He reached into his briefcase and gave me this package that had a brand new not-sold-in-stores phone in it and he told me to give it to you because it was really reliable and it keeps track of everything you do. I thought you would be excited you were the first to get it. You know like those snobby hipster folk."
"Grandad?"
"What?"
"Why would you trust Wuncler, the man who bets all the houses in Woodcrest on games! The man who exploited Jazmine as a child laborer! The man who took away your short-lived dream of owning a restaurant! The man who was willing to scar me over a kickball game! The man who can get away with anything! The man who hates my guts and vice versa! The man who stands for everything I'm against to give you something for me!"
"Well...I didn't think about it like that. I mean I don't like to go around pissing off billionaires, but Boy you thought I was gonna spend hundreds of dollars on a phone for you?! Hell for anybody! You musta been out of your cottonball head!...but...I used the money I was gonna spend on your phone and bought me some new shoes and I brought your brother some too cause you know I don't like to play favorites. I still haven't given it to him yet, though. Hmm...I wonder if I can use that to my advantage?"
"Ugh!" Huey groaned in frustration. Grandad suddenly jumped at the sound of banging on the door.
Mr. and Mrs. Johnson rushed in with guns.
"What the...Bill? Jennie? What's going on?"
"Shut the fuck up Robert!"
"What?! Now woman you ain't gonna come in my house and-" Grandad was silenced by the gun pointed at his neck. "Well Mrs. Johnson you're looking lovely today. Might I even say homicidal."
"Police! Come out with your hands behind your head!"
Just then Huey did a swift kick motion and knocked Mrs. Johnson out who fell onto her husband who fell and hit his head on a corner of a desk by the front door.
Huey walked and stood over their two bodies.
"Well...that was easier than I thought."
Grandad hurriedly ran to the door and shoved it open.
"They're in here! They're in here!"
Just then a couple of FBI agents rushed in and grabbed their bodies and brought them outside. After they left another agent walked in. He was tall, middle-aged and wore a bored, Huey-like expression. He walked towards Huey and stopped about a couple of feet in front of him.
"Hi, Mr. Freeman. May I speak to Huey alone?"
"Why, sure Mr. FBI man...would you like some cheese?"
"No thanks."
After grandad walked away, the man turned towards Huey.
"Huey Freeman. We meet again."
"Unfortunately."
The man chuckled.
"Well...I can't help but wonder what you've been up to. What plan are we going to have to foil next?"
"I told you all. I'm retired. I'm tired of fighting a war I'll never win."
"Well you're right about that. But I don't believe you about the retiring part. You could just be saying that so we'll get off your tail."
"Yeah, but I'm not. I have a question."
"Shoot."
"What type of relationship do you have with Wuncler?"
"That's confidential information."
"Sure it is. What it also is is an example that if you have a lot of money you can basically rule the world through the government. What does America need dictators for when we have crooked government and rich people who buy their power. I'm also convinced police brutality is a conspiracy to kill as many black men as possible."
He chuckled. "Oh Huey. You and your conspiracies. Be careful. That just may be your downfall. By the way, we are not the bad guys you speak of. Those bad guys are out there. Unfortunately, it's damn near impossible to identify them before it's too late. I know you're not a bad kid, but you're too smart for your own good. There's top secret info that we have that you must never find out. The public just isn't ready for that. Until we decide you're not a threat anymore we'll fall back. Until then, we'll be watching." He turned and left.
'Damn when did life in the burbs get so hard?'
Huey stood there for a minute...thinking.
This isn't over. It never is.
~~~~~Meanwhile~~~~~~~~~
Grandad told Riley to take the trash out. Riley was gonna refuse but grandad had his hand on his belt. As Riley was taking out the trash, he noticed a white object by the bushes of the house next door that was probably for sale again. He picked up his brother's discarded phone and put it in his pocket and smiled his devious smile.
Wooh! Not my favorite chapter but I promise there's funnier, better, chapters up ahead. Out of all the ones I have written this seems to be the most appropriate one to start off with. Anyways, REVIEW! Yes do that. Updates will be fast at first since I have some chapters already written. Yes they will be lengthy. Some may even seem OOC but nothing too bad. I promise.