Welcome to Ronald Reagan Memorial High School
Chapter 1: A New Day, A New School
"Riley! Get yo narrow, black, ass down here NOW!" Granddad yelled when he realized his youngest grandson had yet to wake up for his first day of high school.
"No way Granddad, not 'til dem fools at da Schoo' Administration put me back in eighth grade, real gangstas don't skip grades!" Riley aka Young Reezy aka Louis Rich aka Yosemite Sam aka the Killsberry Doughboy screamed back.
"Riley don't you understand that these people are givin' you a chance to expand your career options, and besides they skipped you so they could get rid of you faster not 'cause they were impressed by your C average." Granddad replied.
"Oh yeah you right Granddad I got peoples put me into higher grades jus' to get rid o' me, dat's supagangsta." Riley said, and the angry thirteen year old finally emerging from his room wearing a white beater, black Rocawear, jeans and a black du-rag. Unfortunately, for him, he was too caught up in his own gangstaness that he didn't notice his 15 year old brother Huey Freeman, dressed in a black t-shirt and blue jeans, sneak up on him and was thoroughly surprised when he was forcibly spun around and punched in the gut and then pushed down the stairs. "Yo Huey what was that fo'?" Yelled Riley after he got to his feet
"For being the perfect example of a stereotypically ignorant black male typically portrayed in American mass media." Huey answered his younger brother.
"Huey quit bein' such a hater and use normal words, naw mean?" Riley said as Huey walked into the kitchen, completely ignoring his ignorant brother.
"'Ey Granddad you get the other room ready?" Huey asked when he saw is Granddad drinking his daily glass of orange juice in the kitchen.
"Huh? What you talkin' 'bout boy?"
"I'm talkin' about the extra room you're supposed to be getting ready for the kid that's coming here today." Huey answered as he put pieces of bread in the toaster.
"What kid?"
"Ya know, the kid that's coming here from the troubled neighborhood that's coming here so he can have a future and all that crap."
POP! "Your toast is ready boy, and I still don't know what you talkin' 'bout." Granddad said.
"Remember that paper Riley gave you to get a tax deduction?" Huey said with a sigh.
"Yeah." Granddad replied uneasily as Huey grabbed his toast out of the toaster.
"Well the reason the government is letting you pay fewer taxes is because you're taking a kid off the streets and letting him into your home and treating him just like family until he graduates from high school." Huey said and walked out of the house with some toast in hand.
"Riley! Come here right now!" Granddad yelled.
"Whatchu want n!gga?" Riley said once he entered the kitchen.
"Why didn't you tell me that I had to take care of some hood punk to get that tax deduction?" Granddad asked Riley.
"Whatchu mean 'Why ain't I tell you dat you gotta take in some hood brotha' you can read can't you? You should read stuff before you sign it, damn! Ac' like you know n!gga."
"You know 'cause you tryin' to turn the tables on me and you wanna use language in my house you get to clear out the extra room." Granddad said looking smug.
"I would do it Granddad but I gotta get ta school, afta all dem Schoo' Administration n!ggs is givin' me a chance to expand my career options, damn! Why you hatin' on me like dat tryin' ta keep me from gettin' my education." Riley said trying to look offended.
"Boy you better gets outta this house before I pull out my belt!" Granddad yelled back, lifting his shirt up for emphasis. But by the time he got his belt off Riley was out of the house and had practically caught up to Huey.
"Yo Huey you ready for the first day of high school, n!gg you know they gonna be a ton of b!tch&s there." Riley said with his usual obsession with slang and disrespect for women.
"Riley why must you talk with total disrespect for your black heritage, women, and the English language?" Huey asked with the typical disdain in his voice.
"Yo Huey, man, why you always gotta be dissin' me like dat, but like I asked before you excited 'bout high school?" Riley asked, once again making a complete mockery of the English language.
"Riley why would I want to go to yet another school filled with racist teachers, racist students, Uncle Ruckus, and named after yet another racist, and clearly evil, president." Huey said like he was talking to a five year old
"So is that a maybe?" Riley asked as they walked in front of their new school.
"Well a new day a new school, huh Riley?"