Hello there! I'm Chelle, commin' at ya with my Riley based story. Cindy will be in this story, but in later chapters, I made plans for her...muhahaha! Ahem, anyways, I hope you enjoy! 8D

Disclaimer: I don't own the Boondocks, just my OC's.

Chapter One- So It Starts...

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I done came up, got my name up.

So when they speaking who blinged up

I'm who they bring up

Come up dissin and you'll come up missin

I'm cut throat balla like OJ Simpson

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Riley. Riley Escobar Freeman. That's my name. I was born on May 19 in Chicago, Illinois, my homeland, my rock, the place that made me love the streets. Parents? That's a subject I'd rather not be bothered with. I have an older brother, Huey. He thinks of himself as a 'revolutionist' trying to change or bring down the white man…some shit like that. I never listen to his ass, he won't change shit. People gon' do what the fuck they gon' do. It's life Huey, deal with it. When I was 8, my granddad, Robert Freeman, moved us to Massachusetts to a suburb called 'Woodcrest'.

It was your typical all white neighborhood. Look at these white people, not a care in the world. Look at them with their precious white picketed fences, so call perfect wife who was secretly fucking anything that had a dick, and owned a little dog of course. They never had to struggle for anything; everything was given to them on a silver platter, and chooses to live in blissful ignorance, not seeing anything outside their bubble. The area we were living in was monopolized by the Ed Wuncler family. Ed the III was my nigga, he was so cool. Huey did not like me hanging with a crazy war veteran, but he knew I'd keep hanging with him. He let me drink light alcohol like Smirnoff and Mike's Hard Lemonade. I hated the taste of beer, shit tasted like piss water. My favorite is Hennessey mixed with Coke. That is my shit. I had built a good tolerance for it; granddad nor Huey could never tell I'd been drinking when I would come home.

Now, at fourteen, I'm starting to get more serious about making dat money roll in. I don't give a fuck about no high school. Ugh, the first day is in two days. Summer goes by way too damn fast, I swear. I may not even go to that shit; we don't even do anything on the first day, just all that 'introduce yourself' bullshit. They also be handing out lists of supplies needed for said class, it's the same shit as last year! They must really think we so slow that we need to be reminded to buy a fucking binder for every separate class!

I may as well go, shit, I ain't got nothing better to do.

Sighing hard, I laid my outfit on my bed in my room, yes, MY room. When Huey was 15, he bitched long enough to drive granddad into letting him have the guestroom, and letting me stay in the room. I hate that he got the bigger room, but I'm glad we don't share rooms no mo'. I stared at the ice white short sleeve shirt that I'd put over my long sleeved red shirt, black pants with my new white and red low top Air Force Ones on the floor beside the bed. Yeah, someone will be hatin' on a nigga. Smiling at the thought, I heard a knock at the door.

"Sup?" I called, in walked Huey. "This room will forever look like shit huh?"

"Nigga, I'll clean my room when I feel like it! Da hell you want?"

Huey walked over the table at sat down in the chair. "Going to school with me tomorrow?"

"Yea. You driving?"

He got his license as soon as he turned 16 in December, he wasted no time in doing that. I won't lie on him, he did take me places…when he felt like it anyway, other times, he'd be a bastard and would tell me to ask granddad, who says no to pretty much…anything.

"Yeah, this is why I came in here. Your ass better be up at 7:00." I was never a morning person, I couldn't get how Huey could just wake up like he does, he's so…weird. I grimaced.

"Fifteen minute stag time." He raised an eyebrow.

"Fine, 7:15, but after that, no more snooze time." He said sternly. I nodded, feeling defeated. I'd have to get up; otherwise, I'd have to catch the bus, which was still driven by Ruckus' ugly ass. Not even I want to deal with him, I'm good. I heard his cell phone ring.

"Jasmine?" I smiled slyly. Jasmine Du'Bouis was our neighbors since we moved here. I could tell she was crushing on my brother, and I knew he liked her back, though he would never admit it. Rolling his eyes, he took a glance at the text message.

"Who else would text me?" He muttered, sighing, he stood up. "I'm gonna go, tell granddad I'm with Jazz if he gets back home before I do." I raised my eyebrows up and down.

"Remember to wear a rubber!"

"You shut the fuck up talking to me!" He slightly yelled before slamming the door.

o0o

I yawned as I was leaned up against the lockers. I did mange to keep up with Huey and leave with him this morning, it was rough…but I made it. Me, Huey, Jasmine, and the new addition the group Michael Caesar was reading our schedules. He moved here a year ago, and hung around Huey ever since, whoopy! Huey has a friend now…blech! He coo' though, he's from New York and would stay reppin Brooklyn. I can't hate on that, I stay wearing Chi City on my own wrist.

"Huey! We have all but last period together!" cheered Jasmine as she linked her arm around Huey. I wanted to gag at that. Her strawberry blonde hair would bounce at every gesture she made.

"I can see that," he said boringly "What about you Ceez?"

"I got 4 of the classes with you guys." He said. There was no point in them talking to me, being that I was 2 grades down from all of them. I was always the one who was ultimately left out. Then as I stood there…it hit me. Did I have any friends other than Gin Rummy and Ed? No. No I don't. Well, fuck it; real niggas don't have a lot of friends anyways. Turning on my heels, I walked from the group.

"I'll see ya'll at lunch." They all nodded and went they own separate way. I walked through the halls, watching people talking, making cliques already. I hated how…isolated I felt in mere seconds, I'm looking like a lonely nigga with no gang or anything. I'm such a fucking loser. I need to hurry and build my name up. I'm a nobody! I need to start my hustle. I need a crew…I need to find a gang or something. But where do I start? My thoughts were interrupted as I felt someone bump into me from the back; I whirled around to see some girl.

"Aye bitch! Watch yo'self!" I turned to face her. She was so short and small! Her complexion was a shade darker than mine, more sun kissed. She wore black slim glasses that didn't make her look like a nerd...too much, with her curly hair pulled in a bun, and wearing a Polo outfit down to the shoes. She stared at the ground.

"S-s-sorry."

"Damn, you have glasses on, use them!" I continued to scream at her. She rushed away from me. That was the most timid girl I've ever met. A Chi town chick would have cursed my ass back out. I found my class and as I walked in, I spotted the same girl sitting in the back of the room; I walked over and took the seat beside her.

"Aye four eyes, what's your name?" I looked at her, watching her stare at her schedule, ignoring me. No one ignores me. I snatched the paper off the desk. She leaped to her feet.

"Give that back!"

"I asked you a fucking question!" I yelled back. The kids stared at us as they settled in their desks.

"Riley Freeman! Jesus, it's the first day of school, and already you're starting trouble. Give the girl her paper back." Ms. Burrows sighed as she walked in. I snorted, balled up the paper and threw it in her face.

"Take the piece of shit." I scowled.

"Office." She opened the door back up.

"I'on give no fuck!" I yelled as I left the class. Detention, here I come! Hehehe.

Well, wasn't my morning perfect, just perfect? First I mistakenly bumped into a boy trying to get to class, then, that same one calls me a bitch and throws my schedule in my face. I hate confrontation…I guess my parents can be blamed. Oh, my name? Alice. Alice Wyonna Stone. I like my name, I know I'd choose it over Tyquanisha…or Lytrese…or some other retarded names that some black parents never fail to…create for their kids. But anyways, I was living in Boston, until my parents split. Mom wanted to move far from my father, but not far enough for him to use it as an excuse not to come see me, or pay child support. We moved here to Woodcrest. I never been in this side of town, I thought it'd be completely white washed.

You could say my defensive skills are a bit lacking…as I said, I hate confrontation. I'm like a turtle, if I get bumped, approached, or etc, I retreat into a shell. I hate being shy as this, but it's a hard habit to shake. I lost my outgoingness when my best friend since pre-school, Jessica, had to moved to Texas. She didn't just take memories with her; she took half my heart with her. She taught me how to speak up for myself, and the moment she left, I forgot everything. I was constantly picked on for my glasses. There wasn't a day when I wasn't called a geek, nerd, or being hit, and I'd cry every time. Why must people be so mean? Being thirteen, mom said these were growing pains, and it was time to learn that this was how people act in the real world.

But…why must it be that way? Why pick on someone for their looks? I think…if God intended on us to be the same…he would have made us the same. Fourth period was drawing to a close, and then I'd have to go to lunch. I hate lunch; it would remind me of how friendless I was.

'Briiiiing!'

"Alrtight kids! Lunch!" Mr. Dodde shouted. I made sure I was the last of the few to leave. That was kind of a horrible idea, being that the hallways were congested by the time I went out. I thanked God that he finally gave me a top locker. Many times I've been kicked, tripped over, and had books fall on me from being on the bottom. As I was switching out books, a group of girls came my way. Majorettes. Crap. It's not hard to spot cheerleaders or majorettes, they always wear ponytails. It was a mix of races, both black and white. One of the white girls stood directly beside me as she began getting in her locker.

"I like Caesar. You know, the one who plays snare in the band."

"Hell yea, and Huey Freeman, that nigga so fine...Jasmine's a lucky little ho! Hahaha." the black one chuckled. I shut my locker and turned to leave. If I stayed any longer I'd be accused of ease dropping. As I got closer to the lunch door, my body began to tremble from the sudden jolt of adrenaline rush. It was out of nervousness. I hate how I'd get that rush so quick; it's as if I injected heroin or something. I pushed the doors and heard the loud bustle and chatter of the students. I spotted the empty table near the window. Yes. My table. It was also a plus that the line wasn't long.

0o0

"Really Riley? Detention on the first day?" Huey shook his head.

"If the bitch would have just told me her name, I wouldn't have done that."

"Even if you did know her name, all you'll call her is a bitch. Have some respect Riley you don't even know her!" Jasmine's backbone sure has grown since then. Lately, she's been acting like she a bad one, you know…acting all hard and shit. She even had been standing up to Huey on some occasions, which still amazes me.

"Yeah whateva." I ended it. I looked around the lunchroom…I saw some ho all up in Caesar's face, which kept him from getting to the table, and then I saw her! The girl who wouldn't tell me her name!

"Aye, I'mma be back." I walked over to the table. "Damn, yo ass look lonely as hell." I laughed. She turned to me with those big Hershey colored eyes.

"What do you want?" I took my seat beside her.

"Your name." I said flatly. "I mean, how can I say sorry if I don't know your name?"

"You're serious about apologizing?" she raised an eyebrow.

"Naw, just tell me your name, or I'll just stay calling ya four eyes." I teased.

"Alice Stone." Her eyes flickered with anger…which made her…kinda…cute. Smirking, I stole a fry off her tray. "Alice huh? Well, you can call me Riley Freeman AKA Young Reezy, I run this school."

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"Aww! Look at Riley! Getting ahead of the game." Laughed Caesar as we watched the scene from across the way. My brother has no game.

"She is kinda cute…I wonder how old is she…"

"Caesar, she's a kid, you're a teenager." I raised my eyebrow at my friend, if she share classes with Riley, she's young. Caesar sighed.

"Yeah, I suppose you're right." he said, still looking at her.

Sigh. The life of a young black hero has never been for the weak of heart. I have a grandfather who is ruled by ignorance, selfishness, and vanity, and I have a brother enamored by the mainstream on how we should be like. Yes. Jasmine is indeed my girlfriend. No further details are needed. My resolution is and always has been, to bring forth the revolution. I take full pride in my Afro-centric ways, and I hope to slowly ease Riley into it as well. Micheal Caesar is my right hand man. I'd never thought I'd meet someone here that'd share my vision. Lunch would be the only time I'd see Riley, and he would take off before I could tell him he has to walk home this afternoon, I'm taking Jasmine to the Hill, and since he has detention, I will not be waiting on him.

0o0

'Have fun walking; I can't take you home today.' –Huey

I scowled at my phone, that stupid nigga! I hate walking home! Fuck! Well, walking gave me time to think about some stuff. Okay, first…I gotta find a way to get some paper. I'm sure Ed would know. I guess I'll pay him a visit tomorrow, I don't feel like it today. Oh man…I'm almost home. Huh? Is that Alice? Yea, it is. She lives in my hood? She must have just moved here. She sat in her front yard under a tree with some sort of notebook. She lived 3 houses down from me across the street. I found myself walking in that direction. She was listening to music not paying attention to anything. I tip toed from behind and snatched her notebook from behind. Oh! She was drawing! She drew a mermaid, how girly. But…she did have some skill.

"Riley give back my sketchbook!" she shouted as I ran away from her.

"Hahaha! Or else what?" I stopped running and flipped through her book. This broad could draw! The tiger drawing caught my eye.

"Hm. You draw like shit." I lied. She snatched the book from me and stomped back to her spot under the tree.

"Whatever. I don't care." I couldn't help but to laugh at her more. Why was I acting like this? And what's more…why can't I stop? I stood beside her and peered down at her smirking.

"So damn sensitive. Yo' ass can't take a joke? I was jus' playin, damn girl." I laughed at her.

"Were you joking when you threw my paper in my face! Or called me a bitch!" she screamed as she got up and headed for her door. She turned to me. "Don't talk to me like we're friends!" she slammed her front door…leaving me under the tree. I didn't understand what the hell just happened. By the time I gained my reflexes, I managed to yell:

"I was gon' apologize to your stank ass about that! Well fuck you too then!" I went to my own house. Shit…I knew she heard that…I really didn't mean that though. Wait, what the fuck is going on with me! I'm half guessing myself over some broad. When I got home, I saw granddad sitting in his chair.

"Detention again boy?" he took a sip of orange juice.

"Yea, sorry...I'll do better. I'm going to my room. I'm tired." After what happened with Alice...I didn't feel like hearing his mouth. I dragged my body up the stairs…oh I want my Hennessy and Coke. I tossed myself on to my bed and rolled on my side. Alice entered my mind.

"I'll say sorry to the trick...I guess..." was what I muttered before surrendering to sleep.

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