A/N: Alright folks, this is the Re-Upload/Remake of Life Goes On. Now, as a writer you tend to reread your older stories and realize you made a few mistakes, so this isn't EXACTLY the same as the last. I fixed some grammatical errors, character screw ups, and the plot-holes in the story. So, hopefully you all enjoy it as you did the first one.

Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks

Chapter one: Things never change

The loud sound of the alarm woke a sleeping Huey Freeman. It was 7:20 am, he usually woke earlier than that, whether it was for another protest or trying to get to the bathroom before his idiotic brother. But today was different, it was the first day of school, high school to be specific, something he'd been dreading since the summer.

He sat up and rubbed his eyes together before looking at himself in the mirror, a 14-year-old mocha colored boy staring back at him. He looked over to the bed which was no farther than 4 feet from his where his little brother Riley, who is starting his final year in middle school, was still under the covers with a few strands of his braids poking out. Not wanting to wake the boy and start another fight for the bathroom, Huey tiptoed towards his drawer and grabbed his things for the bathroom.

"Huey?" the tired voice of another person groaned. "That you?"

"Yeah," he spoke lazily. "I'm just taking a shower, Grandad."

Robert Jebidiah Freeman, Huey and Riley's grandfather and guardian, made a sound of acknowledgment. "Make sure that other boy gets to school today," he spoke. "I don't need that nigga skipin' out on school anymore."

Ever since starting middle school, Riley had begun a ritual of not showing up the first day. Huey thought, as he often did of whatever his brother did, it was absolutely asinine to make a ritual of doing something he did more often than not throughout the year. He never really bothered to ask him about it, simply because he didn't care. Huey took his ten minute shower and didn't even bother to wake Riley, instead he just sat on the couch awaiting for the bus to arrive in his neighborhood.

"Today a man was arrested on several charges of serial assaults against black males throughout the past month," the anchorwoman spoke. "We questioned an eye witness to the scene, Uncle Ruckus, no relation."

Huey rolled his eyes as a pudgy black male with a lazy eye appeared on the screen. "I don't see why this made the news, niggas always been killin' niggas." Ruckus spoke. "It's their aggressive negro blood that drives them to murder other niggas, just like the monkeys in the jungle."

"Um, the attacker was white," the reporter informed him.

"White man arrested for beatin' on niggas?"

"That is correct."

"Well then why in the name of Jimmy Rebel was he arrested? Can't ya'll see the man was liberatin' this nation of those darkies? This man is an American hero. I cain't see why a white man was arrested for doin' such an act of justice to all those no good gorrilas!"

"Um sir, I'm black."

"You think I'm blind ya coon?" Ruckus asked him.

Huey decided he'd had enough and turned the TV off, settling for just lying on his back, however before he could get fully comfortable the sound of loud knocking forced him to get up.

"Hi Huey!" He was greeted by the always annoying voice of his neighbor, Jazmine Dubios. Every day she'd somehow know he was up around this time and come knocking on his door, if anything just to say hi. To say she was annoying was the understatement of the decade. "Ready for our first day as freshman in high school?"

"About as much as I'm ready for a lynchin'." Huey says glumly.

She rolls her eyes and walks in flopping on my couch.

"Where's Riley?"

"You know he doesn't go to school on the first day."

"Right," she nods her head. "Cindy's the same actually, by the way she called and said she's on her way."

Huey lets out a very audible groan, if there's anything he never felt like dealing with more than his brother in the morning, is that wannabe gangster white girl Cindy Mcpherson, or as C-Murder, as Riley referred to her. The epitome of a whigger, Cindy had somehow ingratiated herself into their little "group" that Huey wanted no part of. She was now over their house regularly, almost as much as Jazmine, and it all made Huey's days worse.

Over the years, Huey, although he never liked to admit it, had formed a pretty close bond with Jazmine. At first he saw her as the idiot child that didn't leave him alone, she'd grown up a little and he found her pretty tolerable, just not every morning. Besides, she was still a little princess at heart.

Another loud knock tears Huey from his thoughts and he opens the door once more, this time being greeted by another annoying voice.

"Wassup mah nigga!" Cindy lightly punched Huey in the chest. "Ya'll niggas up early as always. Where Reezy at?"

"He ain't getting up." Huey explains letting her into the house.

"He ain't?" she asks. "Why not?"

"I didn't wake him."

Cindy rolled her eyes and stormed up the stairs into the boy's bedroom. "C'mon Young Reez, time ta get yo black ass up!" Huey involuntarily hears her from downstairs.

"Ay, I'm tryna sleep ho."

"Get yo ass up! An I ain't no ho nigga!" she snaps, getting rather irritated.

"Nah I ain't getting up! Fuck outta mah room wit dat shit!" Riley yells.

"Stop bein' a little bitch!" Cindy yells. Next thing Huey hears is a barrage of what sounds like hard punches to the body.

"Come on! Quit playin wit me!" Riley yells.

"Aint nobody playin wit yo lazy ass!" Cindy says still hitting Riley.

"Ay!"

Another punch.

"Come on!"

Another punch.

"Why you tryna-"

A hard punch.

"Man we don't even go to da same skoo!"

A very hard punch.

"Iight! Stop hittin me damn! Ima get up." He finally gives in and in no time he's downstairs with the everyone else.

"Man ain't nobody tryna learn t'day," Riley grumbles. Jazmine snickers and pretends to whip Riley with an imaginary whip making the whipping sound making the younger Freeman flip her off. Suddenly a loud honking horn was heard outside the house.

"That's the bus," Jazmine says. "Let's hurry before it leaves."

The group leave the house and climbed onto the bus, sitting in their normal seats from last year, Jazmine and Huey in the very back and Cindy and Riley on the left. As the bus begins to move, Huey catches Cindy and Riley huddle close and whispering to one another.

"Iight man, the reason I want you up t'day is cuz I gat a little sumthin' planned fo us." Cindy says.

"It involve dat money?"

Cindy grins and nods and bumped fists with him. "Ed and Rummy said they goan be waitin' on us at dey place," Cindy explained. "It's quicker to get there from da skoo."

"Aha, I knew you didn't want ta come ta skoo ta learn nigga!"

"You're gonna get in trouble," Jazmine interjects.

"Not if we don get caught, like some otha nigga we know."

"Hey, I told you I didn't want to go 'hit a lick' on that poor old lady." Jazmine reminded them.

"Whateva, dis goan get us some real bank! Ain't dat right?" Cindy says.

"Hell yeah," Riley grinned.

Huey ignores the three of them and stares out the window at the little suburb town called Woodcrest. Even though he'd gotten used to things around here it still never truly felt like home to him. He found it tolerable, as he found many things, but he still yearned for the day he could up and leave the town. The bus soon pulls up to a stop as the teens get off, Riley and Cindy immediately begin to head in another direction.

"They're gonna get caught," Jazmine giggles. "Right?"

Huey doesn't say anything, which doesn't stop the mulatto girl from talking to him despite him obviously ignoring her. He never got why she was so persistent with him. He'd once thought she hinted to having a crush on him, but that had to have worn off by now, which was a good thing. The last thing he needed was her falling for him.

"First period, Algebra!" she says as excitedly as ever, looking over her schedule. "What's yours?" Huey sighs, they had already went over their schedules last week when they arrived in the mail, this was just her making excuses to talk to him again.

"Jazmine don't act stupid, it's not cute, you know we have the exact same schedule." he says. She giggles and says nothins, just skips right next to him on the way to their first class. The only thought that could cross the young boy's mind was;

Things never change.

A/N: So that's the re-uploaded version of chapter one. I plan on uploading one per week. So tell me what you think. Like it? Hate it? Wish it never existed? Until next time.

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