Sitting on a mattress that lay on the floor that was thinner than a piece of paper. The aroma of cigarette smoke and beer created an unpleasant combination of smells that would water your eyes.
Music blaring and people dancing, drinking and doing drugs.
A lady as wide as all of outside kicked the foot of the teen who lay on the mattress reading the hunger games.
"Hey girl get your ass up we need some more beer." She slurred
"Do I look like a maid to you?" She rolled her eyes
"I said get your ass up and get some more beer." The lady threw a stack of money at her.
Laughs and several insults from the partygoers and the lady were thrown at her, to them she was pathetic, she was a square, she was a nobody and just there for their entertainment.
Picking up the money and trying her best not to cry at the insults and laughing. She didn't deserve this no one did.
"And bring back a pack of condoms the boys are fuckinh horny." The lady said as she slammed the door.
Walking the streets at as fast pace her hood on head to hid her tear littered face she stopped at the candy store.
As the glass door swing open a bell jingled.
The candy store was the size of a one bedroom apartment. The walls lined with selves full of snacks and goodies from super donuts to potatoe chips, to my favorite Pops homemade nachos.
Them nachos was a instant cheerer upper fresh tortilla chips with special seasoned meat and liquid hot chesse with pepers.
"Hey Beth." A african american old man wearing a maroon collar shirt and slacks greeted.
"Hey pops" Beth said
"Pops was an old timer who all the kids in the neighborhood knew, his candy store had been around since candy was invented. He was a good one to go to for advice or vent to but watch out because Pops always kept it real."
"What you doing out so late another drug run.?" Pops said taking a bag of chips from one of the selves and opening it.
"I hate doing this shit." Beth said
"Hey pay up" Pops said
"Come Pop" Beth sighed
"You know the rule, you swear you pay." Pops said handing Beth and jar filled with money.
"You gon be make a killing of this jar." Beth shook her head
"You young folks curse just cause you can so why have a little side hustle." Pops said taking a bag of nutty buddies and eating them.
"You keep it up you gon eat the whole inventory." Beth pointed out
"It's my store." Pops shrugged
"Whatever Pop." Beth shook her head
"So why you in here instead getting the drugs for Mrs. Pootang?" Pop's asked licking his powdered fingers.
"I want some snacks." Beth said pulling the money from her pocket.
"You using your foster mom's drug money for sweets?" Pop's raised an eyebrow
"Her fatass should go get it herself then." Beth said grabbing a pack of oreo cookies from the self.
"Ahh ahh!" Pop's pointed to the jar
"I know I know" Beth said dropping a ten dollar bill in the jar.
"You know that was a ten dollar bill you just put in there?" Pops said
"Its for the other times I'm gonna curse before I leave." Beth giggled
Go ahead make me rich." Pop's said not arguing with making more money
"I want some of those motherfucking good ass tasty ass nachos with extra fucking cheese, extra fucking meat, steak, them hotass ghost peppers, and don't be soo damn stingy with the seasoning on the meat and i want a shitload of chips, and can i just have this entire self of fucking candy...fuck." Beth smiled
"You too much." Pop's laughed
"Take this because I don't want you getting in trouble." Pop's said handing Beth a case of beer and a bag of weed.
"What you be keep this stuff behind the counter?!" Beth asked
"If anyone ask its medicinal for my arthritis." Pop's winked
"'You full of shit Pop." Beth laughed as Pop handed her several bags and her box of nachos.
"You stay out of trouble." Pops said as Beth left the store.
"Thanks Pops." Beth waved.