Disclaimer: I don't own The Boondocks. I don't own Huey Freeman, Riley Freeman, Robert Freeman (Granddad) or Jazmine Dubois etc… the show and characters all belong to Aaron McGruder. However, the characters that I made up by myself belong to me! The Boondocks itself belongs to Aaron McGruder.

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"Latoya Renée Johnson, stop sulking and get out of this van." Neil commanded.

"…daddy, I don't want to. I don't know what was wrong with our home back in Atlanta," Latoya responded still frowning while she was petting her German shepherd.

Neil sighed heavily, "we moved here to Woodcrest for a very good reason Latoya; to make you and your siblings happy. Back in Atlanta, your education wasn't the best and our neighborhood wasn't exactly the safest or even big enough for our family and you know it."

Latoya was not convinced she just turned her head, "don't care… there were many other solutions to our problem…"

Neil raised an eyebrow, "other solutions?"

"Yes, like… making Sean and Tenisha move out of the house, they've already graduated from high schoo' so they could've lived on campus or something. Or you could've let me live with my best friends like Naomi or, or Tiffany at that."

"Latoya, like I said before, the education was poor and even if Sean and Tenisha were to move out, who would pay for their transportation? Remember, back in Atlanta, we didn't have that many cars; we only had the mini van to take us around. Plus who would be able to pay for the college funds? And may I remind you that kicking both Sean and Tenisha would've not made any difference because our family is big and we were living in a three bedroom townhouse."

"…We could've managed,"

"Could you've? Sharing rooms with Jerone or even Monica at that?"

"No I probably couldn't have which is why I could've ended up living with either Naomi or Tiffany."

"I don't think that would've been a good idea, wouldn't you have missed your family?"

Latoya did say anything she just looked away.

Neil was slowly getting angrier by the minute, no- by the second. He gritted his teeth and tried to restrain himself from doing anything that he would've regretted, "Latoya stop being selfish and get out of this van right this instant."

Latoya didn't budge. She didn't care if her father would discipline her in public. She loved living back in the 'ghetto' that in a white washed community. Latoya knew that she wasn't going to get along with anybody here in Woodcrest. Her only friends would be her little brother and the dog. From Latoya's point of view she thought her parents were being selfish; the only reason why they came here to further there own careers. Even if their house was small she didn't mind sharing it with her siblings all that much. She didn't even mind the poor education that was provided where she lived. She didn't school that much anyway she only liked it because of her friends that she was never going to see again.

At that moment Neil grabbed a hold of Latoya's ear and she was wearing small diamond earrings so that made it very painful, "Ow!" she yelped.

"Latoya, this is the last time I'm going to ask you to get out of the car."

Neil was just about ready to drag his daughter out of the car by the ear but Latoya had never been this stubborn or difficult. He hadn't reached that stage as to walloping her especially in public so he simply let go of her ear.

Once he let go of her ear, Latoya just held onto her ear that was burning from the pain of her father tug and slouched even lower to her car seat. She tried to fight back the tears that were forming in her eyes as she continued to pet her dog's ears. In return, he nuzzled her stomach for comfort.

Neil just shook his head, "I don't have time for this, I'll deal with you later." Neil said as he stormed off. He looked up to his wife and shook his head, "she not moving."

Kyndra just shook her head in disappointment, "she can be so stubborn at times but never like this…"

"Have you tried… you know… beating her?" Granddad asked.

Kyndra wasn't at all surprised when Granddad had asked that she just shook her head, "I've never actually been a fan of domestic violence," she turned to the van, "but… I guess we'll just wait until she's ready to come out," she said.

Granddad looked at the van then Neil and then Kyndra, "let me try and get her out, she kinda reminds me of one of my grandkids."

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Latoya could still felt the burn in her right ear when her father tugged on it. The pain seemed to have been lasting for an eternity.

"They cannot make me come out of this van," She mumbled to herself angrily. She was so angry about the whole move that she didn't even unbuckle her seatbelt.

Out of no where, a black old man had come and walked out infront of your door. "Hello, my name is Robert Freeman, but you can call me Granddad if you want."

Confused, Latoya decided to go along with it, "okay… Granddad… I-I'm… Latoya…"

Granddad smiled, "why don't you come out of that van, you don't have to help the others unpack but you can meet my grandkids. Your mom and I were talking about how you can get acquainted with them. I have a grandson that's just your age." Granddad suggested.

This get Latoya a little bit interested and got her thinking as she was playing with her braids and looked down at her dog, "okay… I don't want my parents to get mad at me anymore than they already are," she said.

Granddad moved back as he watched the young girl come out of the van along with her dog.

Latoya had three strands of braids that were her side bangs as the rest of her braids were tied up in a high pony tail with beads. Another one of her features was that she had a birthmark that was close to her left eye. She also wore a white headband which went nicely with her blue overalls with a small short white shirt that showed a bit of her belly button. She seemed nothing like her sisters, she seemed tomboyish. She soon looked up at Granddad flashing her bright hazel eyes that resembled her mother's eyes.

"You can just go right into the house, the door is open," Granddad said, pointing forward.

Latoya followed his direction and then nodded, "okay," she responded. She looked up and saw two boys sitting on top of the roof of the house.

One with an afro who seemed very angry about something while the boy with cornrows seemed distracted as he was glaring into the binoculars. It didn't take much of a genius to figure out that he was staring at her half sisters, especially Tenisha who was revealing most of her skin anyway.

"Oh, you're finally out of the car," Neil said while holding what seemed to be a heavy box, snapping Latoya back to reality.

"I'll help you with that Neil," Granddad volunteered as he took the other end of the box and helped Neil carry it into the house, "I told her that I had grandchildren."

"Really? I didn't know that, well I guess that would keep her busy."

"I'll be back daddy; I'm just going to meet Granddad's grandkids." Latoya informed him with a smile which presented a dimple on the right side of her mouth.

"Okay, just behave yourself." Neil said. He was surprised at his daughter seemed as if she was a whole new person. Her bitter attitude had soon disappeared.

"Don't worry, I will…" she said as she walked up to her mother gave her a hug and ran off to the Freeman's residence.

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"I'm actually impressed with our new neighbors; they're the complete opposite to what I imagined. I figured they would've been some rich stuck up snobs or something but the wife and husband look sophisticated." Huey said.

"I know what you mean… Huey… heh, heh, heh…" Riley said peering closer to the two African women who were bending over to pick up more boxes and suitcases. Riley was clearly not relating to what Huey was talking about. "Heh, heh, shake yo money maker like somebody 'bout to pay ya… heh, heh-ow!"

Someone from behind had smacked Riley upside the head from behind.

"You… are… disgusting," she spat, "the last we need is another sexist nigga who treats the everyday average woman like some kind of sex toy to fulfill their sick fantasies. I would strongly appreciate if you didn't ogle over my sisters, please."

Riley rubbed his head and turned around to see who smacked him on the head. When he turned all he say was a very angry black girl, "aye, who the hell are you bitch-no, lemme say that again, who the hell do you think you is? Coming onto my roof and just tellin' me what I can and can't do, tch shit,"

"Latoya Johnson, and if I catch you making sexist comments about my sisters one more time-,"

"Bitch be gone! I ain't scurred of you!" Riley spat.

"Riley," Huey snapped, "quit being such an immature tyrant."

"Yeah…Riley," Latoya said.

"Tch, nigga I can do whatever the hell I want," Riley responded.

Latoya rolled her eyes at Riley, "I knew the moment I came to Woodcrest I would hate it. From snobbish white folk to fake thugs like you."

"Aye," Riley dropped his binoculars and got up from where he was sitting to face Latoya. They were almost the same height but Riley seemed taller by only an inch.

Latoya folded her arms and smirked, not feeling at all intimidated by Riley, "ooh, did I strike a nerve?" she taunted.

"Aye! You got a lot of nerves, coming up here like this and calling me fake! You better respect Riley Escobar."

"Mmhmm, you just teefed some rapper's last name, big deal," she said as she leaned forward, "I'm not impressed."

Riley growled at that comment as he clenched his fist, it seemed as if he was going to do something drastic.

Huey lightly touched his arm to calm his down, "Riley calm down, she's just teasing you, don't let her get to you." He said calmly.

Latoya soon started to giggle as Riley shrugged off Huey's hand and kissed his teeth long and hard. "Damn, I don't need this. This hoe put me in a bad mood, I'm going inside." Riley said as he stormed off the roof and back into the house.

It was quiet now; Latoya didn't know what to do at that point. Huey was probably in the same position.

"…is he always that touchy?" Latoya asked.

Huey took a while to respond as he shrugged his shoulder, "sometimes…"

Latoya started to feel a bit more comfortable, "so… whats your name?"

Huey looked up at Latoya and then looked forward ahead, "Huey Freeman."

"Huey," Latoya repeated, "and your brother's name? Riley right?"

Huey nodded, "yeah…"

Latoya nodded and sat down next to Huey. "So, Huey how long have you lived in Woodcrest for?"

"A full year, I brought here against my will."

"So was I, I used to live back in Atlanta, I was so mad to find out that I was going to live here in a white washed community. Now don't get me wrong I'm not racist or anything I'm just saying that I wasn't too pleased to find out living with about of rich stuck up snobs. But, as my parents said 'we need the space,' seeing how I have such a big family and all,"

Huey continued to watch the Johnson continue to move in boxes. "You can say that again."

Latoya giggled, "So where are you from?"

"Chicago,"

She nodded, as she followed Huey's gaze, "true, true. Amazed at the size of my family? I have two older half brothers and two older sisters and a little brother. The buff man over there, the one that's carrying that large box is Sean, the oldest one, he's twenty-two, he's takin' a break from college. The girl there with curly hair is my eldest sister, Tenisha, she's twenty-one. The other girl looking at her nails is Monica, she's twenty they're all taking a break from unversity/college; they're all gonna live at home for a year or so and then live on campus. The other man with the mini afro is Anthony, he's seventeen. They're all my half brothers and sisters. Same dad, different mom. The man next your grandfather, is my dad with the beard, the woman with her hair tied in a bun that's bringing in suitcases it my mom. Last but no least, the little boy with the dog is my full little brother, Jerone who's four." Latoya explained.

"Damn… that's like a family tree; a lot of family members." Huey commented.

"Yup, that's another reason why we moved here, our family was getting so but that it was time, though I'm too happy about it."

"Latoya, what do you parents do for a living? Your family so big they must have some way to support them all."

"My mama is a psychologist and my pa is a neurosurgeon, you know, a brain doctor."

Huey's eyes widened with shock. "Your parents are both doctors?"

"Yup," she responded as she raised one eyebrow, "what? You expected them to be janitors or something?"

Huey ignored that question, "that's impressive."

"Does your Granddad do anything?"

"He's retired,"

"Oh... hey Huey? Are there any other black kids that live here in Woodcrest?"

"There is a biracial girl who lives right next door to us. A friend of mine, Jazmine. Her parents are both lawyers. With a black father and a white mother."

"Are there any other kids?"

"Who cares?" Huey responded as he closed his eyes.

Latoya sighed and just watched her family continue to unload boxes, "so…"

Huey opened one eye, "what?"

"How do you like it here in Woodcrest?"

"Don't," Huey answered flatly. "But you get used to it."

Latoya kissed her teeth in disappointment, "how long do you think it will take to get used to it?"

Huey paused for a minute as he got up from where he was sitting. "When I finally do, I'll tell you. I'm going to go inside."

"Can I come?" Latoya asked.

Huey shrugged his shoulders, "whatever."

Latoya soon also got up to where she was sitting and followed Huey back into the house. She followed Huey off the roof and into the house would lead her to the kitchen. Latoya was surprised to see such a large house that only contained three people.

When they reached to the living room, Latoya saw Riley sitting comfortably on a large sofa busy channel surfing on there large TV. He still seemed to be in such a rotten mood probably from what happened earlier. Damn can he ever hold a grudge.

"Aye, Huey can you…" Riley's voice trailed off the moment the saw Latoya coming behind Huey and kissed his teeth and resumed back to what he was doing, watching some intense Rap music videos, "…why is the hoe still here?"

Latoya gave Riley and dirty look.

Riley ignored her in response as she walked and sat on the other side of the couch and leaned on the arm rest. Riley slowly turned his head and the quickly looked away but Latoya didn't seem to notice his gaze. She was too exhausted to notice anything. Latoya slowly closed her eyes to rest her mind but some loud explicit lyrics came out from the TV which seemed to distract her.

'Booty butt, booty butt, booty butt cheeks! Booty butt, booty butt, booty butt cheeks!'

"How is this song still on the countdown after all these months?" Latoya thought as she looked up the TV screen. She quickly put her head down, disgusted at what she had just saw. "Jesus Riley! That's disgusting! What is wrong with you?! Change the channel or something! That's nasty!" She complained. What she just saw were large butt cheeks that were practically grinding the screen.

Riley didn't respond.

"Riley," Latoya spoke, "can you please change the channel or even lower it? What we're watching is disgusting and, and… gross! Sexist might I add, having women be grindin' on cars like that." She shuddered from the sight of it.

It was obvious right then and there that Riley did not like Latoya very much. Latoya probably felt the same way. You could pretty much say that the feelings they had for each other were very mutual.

At that moment, Riley smirked. Looked at Latoya's angry face and they slowly turned up the volume to really get on Latoya's nerves. Riley wanted to get even with Latoya for calling him a fake thug.

In response, Latoya quickly covered her ears, "Riley! Turn that down!" she yelled.

Huey had opened the fridge and grabbed a juice box and started to drink from his juice box. He sat on a chair and rested his elbow on the table while he was sipping his juice. He just shook his head at his brother and was beginning to get slightly irritated with his behavior and Latoya's visit.

"What? Sorry! I can't hear you! The music's too loud!" Riley said with a smirk knowing that Latoya would get more upset.

The girl gritted her teeth as she dove for the remote and tried to snatch it from Riley's hand. Riley held very tightly so that it would never slip out of his hands. He had a very tight and firm grip to the electronic device.

"Hoe! Let go of the remote!" Riley scowled.

"Lowering…the…TV…was…all…I…asked!" Latoya said as she continued to struggle for the remote.

"Why…don't you just go home? Yo ass ain't wanted here!" Riley spat.

Latoya had forgotten that that was an option as she let go of the remote. This made Riley, who was still holding onto the remote fall off the couch and made him hit the ground with a loud thud.

There was soon a knock at the door and then a doorbell. Then the sound of the door slowly opened making a loud creak noise.

"Hello…? Anyone in here?" called out a familiar feminine voice.

Huey, Riley and Latoya all looked to see an African woman who had straight hair/weave on, Latoya's sister, Monica.

"Hi Monica," Latoya said so sweetly acting as if nothing had happened.

"Hey Latoya," Monica responded, looking down at her sister. She soon looked up at both Huey and Riley, "your Granddad said it was okay to come it, the front door was open," she explained as she turned back to her little sister. "Kyndra, I mean Ma has been lookin' for you, she says she wants you back. I figured that you would've come home on your own but… I see that you've gotten acquainted with the male neighbors." She teased.

Latoya's smile soon faded and turned into a frown. She looked a Riley and then Huey and then back to her sister. "Whats that suppose to mean?"

Monica chuckled, "it's nothing…" she soon turned to Huey, "thanks for having Latoya over… um…"

"Huey, and that Riley,"

Riley was so angry about the whole trauma that he didn't say anything. His day had officially been ruin by Latoya Johnson.

"Huey and Riley, it was nice meeting you two boys," Monica said, she soon looked at Latoya once again and hinted to leave, "lets go, we still got a lot of work to do."

"Yeah, yeah…" Latoya said unenthusiastically as she gave Huey and Riley one last glance and left the house with her sister.

"So, what do you think about Woodcrest so far?" Monica asked once they were finally out of the house.

The young nine year old shrugged. She didn't know what to think. She just took in a deep sigh and looked up to the sky. She figured living in Woodcrest was going to be… somewhat interesting.

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