Hello, I am Ender. This is my (first of many) cringe stories! So please. Kick back, grab some Tea, and dive into the very first Chapter of 'A Rapper at Ever After'.

I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING IN THIS STORY BESIDES DANIEL. ALL CRED GOES TO EACH OF THEIR CREATORS AND SUCH.

Character speaking; "Heyo"

Character thinking; 'Yo'

Character rapping; "Hey"

Character singing; "Heyo"

Rapper; One who expresses themselves through the urbanstreet poetry called 'Rap'.

'It's cold.'

A breath escapes my lips, as I rub my hands together. New York is always cold.

'Could be worst.'

I look around, taking in the sights of the many people doing their day-to-day things. Shopping, Chatting, Working. Just people doing Evening things. I squint my eyes, as I try to spot a place to set up my own spot to 'Work'. I grin under my frosted hands, as I quickly make my way to a small, yet people-free stepstool. Seems a Shoe Shiner was on break elsewhere. But I had no time to think about that, as I pulled from my torn-coat, a small bowl.

'It's show time.'

I step onto the box, a chill runs up my legs as my sole-free shoes catch the chilly air. The passerbys don't mind a 20 something man standing on a Box, I try not to go to deep into thought about it, as I clear my throat, and a small dusty MP3.

I flip through it. I found what I was looking for, and pressed play. A small, catchy beat is drowned out by the crowd, yet I can hear it, loud and clear. I close my eyes, and let the words flow through my mouth.

"To all the ladies in the place with style and grace

Allow me to lace these lyrical douches, in your bushes."

I felt good, a smile on my face as I bopped my head slightly to the beat, a few passerbys who where able to hear over the crowd gave subtle nods to the man, as I kept going.

"Who rock grooves and make moves with all the mommies.

The back of the club, sippin' Moet, is where you'll find me.

The back of the club, mackin' hoes, my crew's behind me."

A few stopped, bopping their heads as they seem to be getting into the song as well. Coins were thrown into the bowl as I just kept going.

"Mad question askin', blunt passin', music blastin'.

But I just can't quit.

'Cause one of these honies Biggie gots ta creep with.

Sleep with, keep the ep a secret why not.

Why blow up my spot 'cause we both got hot.

Now check it, I got more Mack than Craig and in the bed.

Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy.

No need to be greedy I got mad friends with Benz's.

C-notes by the layers, true fuckin'' players

Jump in the Rover and come over.

Tell your friends jump in the GS3, I got the chronic by the tree."

By now, a small crowd surrounded me as some who knew the lyrics went line-to-line with me. God today was a good day, more coins were thrown into the Bowl, as I let the chorus sing.

"I love it when you call me Big Poppa!"

"Throw your hands in the air, if you'se a true player."

I love it when you call me Big Poppa!"

"To the honies gettin' money playin' niggas like dummies."

"I love it when you call me Big Poppa!"

"If you got a gun up in your waist please don't shoot up the place.

'Cause I see some ladies tonight that should be havin' my baby baby."

The music fades away, as I opened my eyes. The crowd clapped at the little performance I made, as I mockingly bowed, a grin on my face.

"Thank you! Thank you! Daniel Smith will be here all week and such!"

I chuckled, as I got down from the stool, taking a shuffling at the Money I've gathered. It was 10 or so dollars. I'm not complaing. Just mildly hoping for at least 20. I quickly grab the Bowl, and make haste towards a nearby Ally. Looking behind me as I make sure I was alone. The sun was going down, I needed a place to crash. Walking all day isn't really what I call 'a productive day'. But a day for me nevertheless...and I had a tiring one.

A sigh escapes my lips as slide down to the floor, my back resting against the brick wall behind me. I loom over the Bowl, a sudden emotion of darkness clouding my thoughts. I'm happy for making 10 dollars today? How long have I've survived by my lonesome? I think I stopped counting after 5 years.

I was 17 at the time, the Foster System gave me boot, seeing as I was near legal age at the time. Never had a proper home, or never found one is a better way to put it. Never had luck with Families. I shudder at the thought.

I turn to the trash on my right, as a shard of class sticks out. The sun begins to set, as I see myself through what little light I have. I look old, dirty, poor.

"Fuck..."

I touch my face, messy unkept hair covered half of it. My hair on top wasn't anybetter as I tried to brush it away from my eyes, I couldn't even seen the color.

Has it been that long?

I looked up at the Sky, the Sun gone as the moon greeted me from the corner of my vision. The City never sleeps, proven at the fact that noises blarred in my ears as I laid on the my head onto the ground. I wasn't very Hungry, or maybe I was used to not eating? Means he could save a bit more money by missing a meal tonight.

As I laid there, looking up at the night Sky. I began to pounder things and such. Sleeping was a problem for me. You try sleeping on the ground, listening to all that shit. But hey, can't complain. At least I'm safe here. I chuckle.

Hours pass. I think it was hours, felt like it. The moon was right above me, as if it was staring down at me. I stared back, never flinching.

Everything was fine and dandy, until I caught something from the corner of my eye. Something twinkling. I shifted slightly, as I turned to face the the source.

"The hell..."

I muttered, confused. A shooting star was above, it wasn't fast per-say, just sorta...hovering. I quickly brush the thought off, persuming it to be somekind of plane.

Yet I couldn't take my eyes off it, a small smirk grew on my face, as I sat up, and looked at it. A thought passed through my mind, as I spoke aloud.

"I wish I had bitchs upon bitchs."

Yes, I just wished upon a fake star, and yes, I said I wanted pussy. I'm a human being. It's normal.

I laughed heartly at what I said, as I laid back down...man I was funny. My eye grew heavy.

"...Mhm...Odd."

I yawned, as I felt...warm. I started to lose myself. I was...so...sleepy...

Man...I...felt good...today.

Hello again, Ender here. Sorry for the short chapter, but this is the first time I'd ever try something like this. Naturally, I suck. But hey, if people like this and want more, comment, I'd love any feedback, negative or bad.

This story was just a passing thought I had.

Cya maybe next time? It'd be longer, promise.