"Two days left until the first day of school." Mykee says. Looking around her room it's filled with bags and boxes. She smiles like its Christmas day. She is going back home, home of the kings going to Chicago. After spending two months in Florida she can't wait. She left all her friends and king behind. Now she's coming back to reclaim her crown as queen to be.
"You ready?" mama screams from down stairs. She's even more excited than Mykee. Her marriage was killed so she had a new king that she left behind to.
"Yea I'm coming down in a sec!"
"Girl I know you want to look good but the plane leaves in an hour and a half."
"Ma if you would turn around you would see I'm right here." Mykee says as she taps her mothers shoulder.
"Ddaammnnn!" was all her mom said about her outfit.
Mykee had on sum black stiletto boots white fitted jeans and a white polo. She also had her hair in individual braids with her pure gold hoops and her necklace her man gave her that's shaped like a heart with a bullet in the middle.
"Not so bad yourself mom. How do we always end up wearing almost the same thing?" Mykee says. Her mother had on black stilettos black fitted jeans and a white polo. Her mom had individual braids to. She also had on her pure gold hoops and the necklace her king gave her which is a heart bleeding with a knife wound in it.
As they boarded the plane people stared at the semi matching outfits the mother and daughter had on. Some were even brave enough to come up to them and ask about there necklaces and outfits.
There answer for the outfits was that they didn't math there outfits on purpose bout that great minds think a like. About the necklaces… well they said they were presents and they did not want to explain any further.
The first day they got there people stared at their unusual outfits and necklaces. Now as they leave to go home people stop and stare. They wonder if they are in gangs. The brave ones come and ask questions but they timed stay and look from afar. Mykee holds back the urge to jump and say boo to see their reaction. But she is officially adult so she has to start acting like it.
Once in a taxi from the midway airport heading home they breath a sigh of relief. As they ride down Lakeshore Dr. they see that on the outside Chicago is like they left it but on the outside it's different. Nobody can tell unless they have been in it. No outsider can see through the fortress they have created.
At least that has survived Mykee thinks. This whole city is being smoked and nobody has noticed…..or cared.
"Mom royalty should never had left" Mykee whispered.
"I agree. They should have stayed look at the term oil its in. they should have stayed and fought instead of run to lay low"
"No they did the right thing. Did you want them dead like the king? The only thing they did wrong was they didn't leave anybody trustworthy in charge now it's a wreck and they have to fix it."
"I can see your point but they should have stayed but hid where nobody could hear"
"They would have found them they had to many traders scene the king died"
"Not necessarily they could have disappeared like they have been trained to and have done before."
"But they also had people trained to find them. How did they not know who they could trust? What if the people trained to find them was a trader."
"Point made"
"Point not made who can they trust now? How will they recreate what they had? What if there is a trap se up for them for when they come back. Then what do they do. What if their king has turned? How do their live go back to normal. They won't ever have a normal reign…at least not for a long time. What if the queen gets killed before the queen to be is prepared. What if the queen to be is killed then who will take over?"
"I don't know. All I can say is that they have to have each others back no matter what? They have to play the streets game. They have to do what is necessary. Like say they try to pin each other against each other?"
"Then they play along but they know that they can trust each other. No matter the circumstances."
"What if some stuff comes up that was suppose to stay hid? Then what?"
"I suggest they tell each other before they twist it and create problems" Mykee said looking at her mother with a look saying tell me now
Once out of the car a chill ran up their backs, and it wasn't from the wind. Something wasn't right but they acted like nothing was wrong. They couldn't let the nigro's on the block know that they knew something was wrong. The first law of the streets is never let the enemy know your on to him. But the only thing wrong with the rules of the street is that any and everybody on or in the street know the rules and how to play the game.
"Yo, young money right here ,bike here, throw it up, no high chair ,cold like a white bear, Freddie Kruger I'm rap ***** nightmare, and I'm rich I could buy you, kill ***** leave ya body in a bayou, more brain than an IQ, more head than a dread and my bank account ain't hardly empty ,that's why I come through in a Barbie Bentley so please mamacita, please no envy, when you come around it read's no entry, who's next to go, my flows so flexible ,get gas, then get at me, Texaco, shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico (Burris)white jag with the twisted lip ,I aint Mike Jack but This is it!..." went off in Mykee's purse.
"What it do?" Mykee says
"Dang shortie, don't even know your boo's number huh?"
"What up Trey"
"Nothing chillin"
"Where you at?"
"Across the street"
"Hhmm…..I may come by and see you later."
"What! You can't come and holler at ya boy tonight."
"Nah I got things to do."
"Look shortie... Stop playing"
"I'm not"
"You don't miss me?"
As Mykee walks into the house she says "I gotta holler at you a little later."
"Ill holler boo."
As Mykee walks up her stairs she smells a small aroma of weed. She follows the smell up the stairs and into the attic that was turned into a room. When she makes it to the room and opens the door she is at first slightly alarmed but then is completely calm. It's not fire smoke that's she see's it's the puff off of the blunts that Marcus was smoking.
Marcus is one of Mykee's dad's boys. He was about 5"4, caramel toned, with muscles that anybody would drool over. He had waves that would have you drifting off to see in, with blue eyes.
Today Marcus had on a white wife better, black jeans (sagging of course) with white shorts with Jordan Accolades Premier. He had on his black hat that had red eyes and a gold and silver grill on it. He had too many hats, some of them making no sense.
What up shortie. Don't hear ya come in. want a hit?"
"Not at what ya got" she mumbled "so umm what you doin here?
"Oh well see my mama kicked me out and my boy wouldn't let me crash at his crib cuz- -"
"Let me guess cuz ya stunk up they house with that ugly smell, like ya doin now" Mykee said sarcastically.
"Hey yo shortie don't come up in here disrespecting. You just getting back and guess what just because you legally own the streets don't mean you got the loyalty of the streets. That's what's wrong with you Lee women you think you own everything. Guess what… it aint true. You got to work for it. The streets love you but guess what the not going to jump up and run with you…. But I guess you know that or else you and ya mama wouldn't have left like you did." Marcus said getting up. Mykee was letting him rant but her patience with him is running out.
Mykee looked him in the eye and said "sit down…now. Just because we was gone don't mean I won't hurt ya lil homie. Who said I coming back to take over? Maybe I was coming back to appoint somebody in my place… but your right about one thing…wana know what it is…I don't have the streets loyalty but I do have its respect. And from what you're saying that when daddy left nobody wanted to put up with you. Now you are sleepin my father's attic. Now who is in a position to be saying anything? Come on really. Do you think that right now if you went outside and said you goy beef wit me and you wanted help taking me out, people would drop what they doing and come for me…no one because I got to much respect on this street, two everybody knew you as the moocher, and me and my father were the ones trying to get you a rep because we know this game will dismiss you in a hot second. And you wana talk about respect? You should be the one on your hands and knees graveling, cuz me and my dad put our rep and respect on the line. So please for your sake don't you ever in your-soon to be short-life ever come at me like that. Do we understand?" Mykee growled.
"Yeah shortie."
"You don't have the privilege of calling me shortie until I see some respect." Mykee said walking back downstairs.
"Yo, young money right here ,bike here, throw it up, no high chair ,cold like a white bear, Freddie Kruger I'm rap ***** nightmare, and I'm rich I could buy you, kill ***** leave ya body in a bayou, more brain than an IQ, more head than a dread and my bank account ain't hardly empty ,that's why I come through in a Barbie Bentley so please mamacita, please no envy, when you come around it read's no entry, who's next to go, my flows so flexible ,get gas, then get at me, Texaco, shoot yourself in the leg, Plaxico (Burris)white jag with the twisted lip ,I aint Mike Jack but This is it!..." Went off once more.
"What?"
"Just checkin in on you. Saw the light on in your attic room. Saw some bodies moving around and the waves coming off dat room was….least to saw hostile.'
"Real talk…what do you want? Cuz right now your creepin me out with all this talking you doing. You not a man of many words. At least when I was with you were not. So draw this to a close what do you want, cuz I got better things to do?
"Damn I can't holler at you? What with the all attitude? You didn't have so much hostility when we were together. But I guess being down in Florida by yourself did many things to you on thing I can see is that the humidity has gone to your brain cuz ya up here disrespecting me. I really don't know who you think you are but you need to -"
"What hold up! I know you at the one asking who I think I am because as I remember it you was a swag less lil boy with low self-esteem. I put ya swagger on point. Showed you how to dress how to spit game and most important I showed you how to be a Negro. So I really think you need to check yourself because unlike you I know who I am. I am a 5"6 Carmel skinned tone size two with a DD chest with better muscles than you could wish. I know that I'm the baddest and so do the whole block. Even with all the evil glares from all the broads on the street they know I'm the baddest. So lil boy please watch who ya cocking an attitude with cuz I ain't one of your lil tricks. I ain't never ever going to bow done and kiss ya feet so do yourself a big favor and lose my number. Click
"Damn not in the city ten minutes and ya done put two of the most self-centered Negro's in they place." Mama said as she walked out the front door.