Sa: Somehow I screwed up my second chapter. How, I do not know, but I did. So I decided to redo it, cuz I couldn't find the original one. Dammit, oh well, I hope you guys enjoy this one, and I've noticed I changed a bit on their facial appreances, I'll work on that.

Here we go! hope you enjoy.

oh yeah disclaimer: IF I OWNED THE BOONDOCKS, GWEN WOULD BE IN IT! SHE IS AN OC THERE FORE SHE IS NOT AND I DO NOT OWN THE BOONDOCKS!!


Gwen grabbed the bags from the car and carried them off into the house. She came outside once again to take a better look at her new home. The reason she was here was for her mother, and no other. Maybe she was being unreasonable; giving this new life a chance would be the right thing to do. She turned around to go back inside, but not before taking a good look at the open window from the neighbors. Her eyes narrowed, sensing that someone was watching her from afar. Her usual frown only deepened, but she ignored that urge and went back inside.

He held his breath, fearing she would catch a quick glimpse. He finally let go and his scowl never left his face. She was good, very good. To make things much more suspicious, she was on alert, unlike others. He closed the window and breathed a sigh of relief. "She's different," he murmured to himself. Huey actually felt threatened by this person, calling her a girl would be an insult. "That woman with her was familiar I know it," he mumbled as he went to the computer. But before he could go into deep thought his brother, Riley came in.

"Get dressed," Riley mumbled when he walked back into the bedroom.

The younger Freeman went to his side of the room and grabbed his shoes. "Granddad saw that ho and her bitchy daughter out there," he explained, "dammit nigga, why do we have to have such a pervy Granddad"?

"I don't know," Huey admitted, "but it seems that he must be really interested into them".He grabbed his jacket and decided that one visit couldn't hurt them, besides he could "inspect" that girl in a better perspective.

"Don't tell me that you wanna go," Riley whined as he noticed Huey tying his shoes. "Is there anything else for us to do today," Huey asked Riley with a cold expression, "if there is tell me". Riley hesitated, he thought about it, then said nothing. "Alright," he growled, "lets go".

"This is such a beautiful neighborhood," Angela squealed to her sister, who was on the couch."Yeah, but there can be their gossip," her eyes fell towards her older sister, "white people are the main population".Angela shrugged, "So, you said that there is a interracial couple near by, and next door is full black". The younger sibling nodded, "Yeah, I don't talk to them though". They were in the kitchen drinking coffee, Gwen had went upstairs to put up their belongings.

"Hey Gwen," the younger sister yelled, "you're going to start your new school tomorrow, I already registered you".She called back down, "Alright Aunt Roslyn, she answered from upstairs. "You think...you think it will be good for her," Angela asked her younger sister, "I want her to be safe". Roslyn looked at her older sibling and said nothing. She understood where this was all coming from, and she sort of felt sorry for her.

"Don't worry so much," she boasted, "yeah Woodcrest can be a pain in the ass but its safe".Angela looked up and smiled softly. "Whatever happens to me," her voice suddenly going hard, "I want you to be there to take care of Gwen".

Roslyn nodded, taking in every word that her sister was telling her. Then with a reassuring smile, "Don't worry, she'll be fine". In response, Angela smiled sweetly and smiled as well. She knew that she could trust her younger sister to handle everything, and she usually did.

"So, what are you planning to do," Roslyn eyed Angela, "you're planning to get a job, right"? Angela nodded enthusiastically, "Of course I do, what kind of mother would I be"? She began to chuckle, and Roslyn followed soon after.

"You'll be like our mother no doubt, a little cooky but all the same loving".

"Yes, it would have been very nice indeed to have lived a life like mother's".

That is when they heard to door bell ring. "Oh, I'll get it"! Angela squealed as she hopped from her chair and dashed to the front door. "Welcome new neighbors"!

There stood the Freeman family. Granddad wearing his regular outfit, grinning madly, Riley arms crossed with a scowl plastered on his face, and Huey-his hands to his side and not really caring.

"My, my, my what a pretty little lady you are," Granddad complimented, "so young and pretty-you don't have any mental illness do you"?

Angela giggled, "Of course not, why do come in"! She ushered them and closed the door quietly, sunshine surrounding her complete aura.

"My name is Angela, I've moved with my daughter Gwendolyn," Angela informed them, her sweet smile never leaving her face.

She led them to the living room, the three males taking a seat on the couch by the window. Angela got up and grabbed three cups from the table, and (coincidently) took a one liter of Pepsi from under her fluffy chair.

"Now, please introduce yourselves", Angela began to host. Granddad cleared his throat, "Well, I'm Robert and these are my two grandsons Huey and Riley".

They didn't say anything.

Granddad quickly slapped them in the heads, and she didn't see.

"Be polite boys, he said through gritted teeth, "be polite to the nice, fine lady".

Riley was the first to oblige to his Grandfather's wishes (in the way only Riley could do). "I don't care what you guys thinks of this bitch, she looks likes a hoe!

Granddad was turning red. Huey kept his uncaring facial expression. Angela only smiled even brighter, it seemed that his words didn't even hurt her..'and they didn't.

"You shouldn't offend people so easily," she scanned the area, "my daughter has a temper".

"Yeah, she can have a temper these nuts"! He really didn't care. Becaue he didn't care, this shouldn't have shocked you not a bit.

Out from nowhere, a big gush of wind enter the living room, and punched Riley square in the cheek. He flew right over the couch, and his body landed hard onto the wooden floor beneath him. Huey, who didn't even see it coming, whipped his head in shock as the even took place.

"Think before you speak boy," Gwendolyn hissed, "are they will be the end of you".

Angela quickly got up and snatched Gwen fiercely by her shoulders.

"How dare you do something like that," she hissed into her ear, "don't you want a new beginning dear"?

Gwen only frowned, "He should keep quiet, and speak only when spoken to-this wouldn't have transpired".

Shaking her head furiously, Angela looked up at Granddad, who didn't even care that his grandson had a busted lip and was bleeding furiously.

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr., um..", "what is your last name sir"?

"Oh, Robert Freeman".

Silence.

Silence.

More Silence.

Angela's eyes widened, her left eye began to twitch, she slowly let her grip on Gwen loosen. "Oh God, no".

Knowing where this would head if she heard this Gwen indifferently warned, "You guys better go, unless you are awaiting death".

Huey cocked an eyebrow, wondering what she meant by this. He would soon get his answer, but to Granddad's utter agony and terror.

They didn't hear her coming. Her steps were as silent as a mouse; the two females (mainly Angela) glancing in terror. "You need to go," she grabbed Robert's hand and hastily dragged him to the front door.

"What for, he asked, is something wrong"?

"It's not you," she replied pushing him out, "really its not-its just that my grandmother, you should know her very well".

Angela couldn't finish her sentence. Because at that moment a flying kitchen knife hit the wall right beside the door.

Angela whipped her head right for the staircase, her body shaking.

Granddad even took a look, and no longer was able to breathe for a moment. All the pain of his adolescent years rushing back to him. It was terrible. The beatings, the threats, did I say beatings? No bully could live up to this title, unless any of her descendants inherited her cold, ruthless, manipulating personality, it would be hopeless. With her looks, she was out to kill, and Robert was afraid he would be the first victim.

For who stood there was none other than Rosetta Slaughter: Head Dog of the Slaughter Family, and a Crazy old kung-fu B!!


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