BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
Nicky turned over in his sleep, ignoring the annoying alarm clock. After
another two minutes of beeping at him, he put his pillow over his head and
mumbled about it being too early. Another five minutes and he rolled over
and started pounding blindly on his night stand with his fist until it came
in contact with his clock. As soon as it stopped beeping at him, Nicky
switched it onto the radio as he turned onto his stomach and went back to
sleep.
~Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know
Yeah ma, your dude is back, made back roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that~
He was almost asleep again when he heard someone pounding on his wall.
"Turn it off, it's too early in the damn morning!" He heard Chris shout at
him. He growled as he reached over and turned up the volume. He didn't hear
Chris complain anymore as he laid back down satisfied. 'Like I'm ever gonna
listen to you, asshole.' He thought to himself.
~I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just~
Nicky was now too awake to try sleeping again. He crawled out of bed slowly
and dragged himself out of bed. He glanced at his reflection in his mirror
and shook his head. He looked as bad as he felt. He had fallen asleep in
his clothes again after the boys had dropped him off and he had climbed up
the drain pipe to his room. He pulled his wrap off his head and threw it
onto the floor.
His clothes were caked with dirt and smelled like BO. He stripped himself
of his clothes as he tried to remember what he did to get them this filthy.
~(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you
from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and
go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me~
He pulled on a large white clean tank top as he looked around his cluttered
room for a pair of jeans that didn't have any stains on it. The teenager
put on the first some what clean pair he found, wrapping a belt through the
loops to keep himself from getting pantsed. Then, he went into the bathroom
connected to his room and got ready for the day.
~And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E.
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew
He and the boy for real make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to
Houston~
He went back into his room and glanced in the mirror again. Much better. He
ignored the bags under his eyes as he had to reapply the black marks he
always had on with the removable tattoo pen to make sure they looked nice
and fresh instead of faded.
His black hair got brushed back quickly as he pulled on another wrap and
secured it. He pulled on his shoes and then put on another shirt over his
tank top as he grabbed his binder and glanced at his clock.
~Young Hov in the house it's so necessary
No bra with the blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans that's so necessary
Now why you frontin on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(What you want me to do?)
Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from
the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and
go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me~
He shut off his radio as Lee yelled at him to shut his music off and get
downstairs before he was late. He hissed in her direction as he looked at
his binder again, trying ot figure out where to stash it so that he could
get to it again before class, but not let the others see it. He had to get
to school early.
He threw on his gold chain as he opened his door and started to walk out.
He stopped as Chris walked by. Nicky's eyes narrowed at him as Chris nodded
to him and walked down the stairs. He didn't return it. Nor would he.
It was hard to think they were related. Chris was clean cut and preppy, his
hair short and a bit spikey, and his body mass was a bit bigger than his
(Had to be all the practices he went to). Nicky was more intense and
dressed like those singing the rap/hip hop he listened to. His hair was
medium length and kept back in a short pony tail, and he was slim and
skinny, though he had muscle on him.
Nicky waited upstairs patiently until he heard Chris leave for school. Only
then did he go downstairs to face his parents. His mother scolded him
lightly to pull up his pants, which he did to shut her up. He ignored his
plate of food as he just drank down a glass of orange juice. Danny started
questioning him about what he had been up to the previous night. Nicky got
defensive as he expertly lied his way out of a corner. He didn't say a word
to either of his parents as he left the house.
-Later-
The writing class had already been in session for half an hour when Nicky
and two of his friends came to class, all three handing in the notes the
campus security had written out. Nicky took his seat, second to last on the
right. He picked up the binder that he had placed in the side of it as he
started taking down the notes his teacher had placed on the board.
No matter how hard he had tried to resist, Nicky was a perfectionist when
it came to school work. He wasn't an idiot and his brain was too quick to
be left doing nothing. He had gotten straight A's in most of his classes
since middle school and he didn't feel like having that change any time
soon.
His teacher put up an essay question for the class to answer. Nicky
finished before everyone else. The essay was put to the side as he started
scribbling inside his binder. He got restless and looked ahead of him.
Teresa was finishing up on her conclusion. He reached in front of him and
played with the bits of hair she missed when fixing up her braided buns. He
felt her twinge as he withdrew his hand and sat back before she turned
around. The look she gave him could have mirrored the same one he had given
to Chris earlier that morning. He shrugged innocently as she turned back
around.
He didn't bother her again.
The bell rang soon enough and Nicky sauntered out of class, laughing as his
friends joked on the teacher, not noticing that Nicky had actually turned
in not only his paper but the homework they had declared not to have done
as well.
-Later-
Nicky rushed from his last class, murmuring out some lame excuse to his
friends, too busy with themselves to notice the lie. As he walked, he took
his wrap off his head and shoved it in his pocket as he got out the alchol
wipes and got his signature marks off his face. He pulled his pants back up
as he got to the front of the elementary school.
Andy was looking at his book as he drew on himself on his knee in sharpie.
He looked up as Nicky approached and smiled. "Hey Nicky!" He exclaimed as
he put the top onto his marker and shoved it into his pocket.
"Hey, Andy. What's that?" He asked curiously as the little boy closed up
his book and put it into his backpack. Andy shrugged. "Ah, nothin. Just the
symbol of bloodlust for the North God of war." He said simply as he got up.
Nicky shook his head. He had known Andy as long as the kid had been alive
and was used to his personality. He was actually one of the only people
around who did get him, thus he was baby sitting him after school instead
of Beth and Jamie, who were too busy after school to watch him anyway.
Nicky was constantly pissed at everybody around him. Andrew was the
exception. Andy was his little buddy, and around him he could do no wrong.
Nicky couldn't explain it, but Andy was the only one he seemed to get along
with these days. He smiled down at the little kid as he patiently listened
to what had happened to Andy at school that day, glancing at his clock as
he tried to remember what time he had told his friends he would show up.
-Much Later (Boy, Nicky really gets around.)-
Nicky rubbed his eyes as he unlocked the front door. He was too tired to
try and climb up. He went upstairs, unsuccessful at being quiet. Before he
knew it, Danny was in his face. He couldn't quite tell what the hell his
Dad was going on about. He just shook his head and stumbled into his own
room, exhausted and drunk.
Both of his parents followed him. He felt his mom checking his temperature
and such as his Dad mumbled angrily. Nicky turned to his side and tried to
block them out. He blinked a couple of times in surprise as he could have
sworn he saw her there sitting on his bed looking over at him pitifully. He
closed his eyes and started mumbling for her to go away. 'Go away! Just for
once leave my head!' He thought to himself before he passed out.
Coming Attractions:
The Rebel
Nicky's info
Age: 18 Grade: 12 Song used is /change clothes by Jay Z feat. Pharrell.
Nicky turned over in his sleep, ignoring the annoying alarm clock. After
another two minutes of beeping at him, he put his pillow over his head and
mumbled about it being too early. Another five minutes and he rolled over
and started pounding blindly on his night stand with his fist until it came
in contact with his clock. As soon as it stopped beeping at him, Nicky
switched it onto the radio as he turned onto his stomach and went back to
sleep.
~Uh, uh, uh, yeah, uh, your boy is back
(Sexy sexy) I know y'all miss the bounce
Need to bounce for the sexy you know
Yeah ma, your dude is back, made back roof is back
Tell the whole world the truth is back
You ain't got to argue about who could rap
Cause the proof is back just go through my rap
New York New York yeah where my troopers at
Where my hustlers where my boosters at
I don't care what you do for stacks
I know the world glued you back to the wall
You gotta brawl to that~
He was almost asleep again when he heard someone pounding on his wall.
"Turn it off, it's too early in the damn morning!" He heard Chris shout at
him. He growled as he reached over and turned up the volume. He didn't hear
Chris complain anymore as he laid back down satisfied. 'Like I'm ever gonna
listen to you, asshole.' He thought to himself.
~I been through that, been shot at shoot back
Gotta keep it peace like a buddhist
I ain't a New Jack nobody 'gon Wesley Snipe me
It's less than likely, move back
Let I breathe Jedi knight
The more space I get the better I write
(Oh) Never I write, but, if, ever I write
I need the space to say whatever I like, now just~
Nicky was now too awake to try sleeping again. He crawled out of bed slowly
and dragged himself out of bed. He glanced at his reflection in his mirror
and shook his head. He looked as bad as he felt. He had fallen asleep in
his clothes again after the boys had dropped him off and he had climbed up
the drain pipe to his room. He pulled his wrap off his head and threw it
onto the floor.
His clothes were caked with dirt and smelled like BO. He stripped himself
of his clothes as he tried to remember what he did to get them this filthy.
~(Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you
from the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and
go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me~
He pulled on a large white clean tank top as he looked around his cluttered
room for a pair of jeans that didn't have any stains on it. The teenager
put on the first some what clean pair he found, wrapping a belt through the
loops to keep himself from getting pantsed. Then, he went into the bathroom
connected to his room and got ready for the day.
~And I 'gon tell you again let's get ghost in the phantom
You could bring your friend we copuld make this a tandem
You could come by yourself and you could stand him
Best believe I sweat out weaves, give afropuffs like R.A.G.E.
Awww you get If you could move it
Back it on up like a U Haul truck
Then run and tell them thugs you heard Hovi knew
He and the boy for real make beautiful music
He is to the east coast what Snoop is, to the west coast what Face is to
Houston~
He went back into his room and glanced in the mirror again. Much better. He
ignored the bags under his eyes as he had to reapply the black marks he
always had on with the removable tattoo pen to make sure they looked nice
and fresh instead of faded.
His black hair got brushed back quickly as he pulled on another wrap and
secured it. He pulled on his shoes and then put on another shirt over his
tank top as he grabbed his binder and glanced at his clock.
~Young Hov in the house it's so necessary
No bra with the blouse it's so necessary
No panties and jeans that's so necessary
Now why you frontin on me is that necessary
Do I to you look like a lame
Who don't understand a bra with a mean shoe game
Whose up on Dot Dot Dot and Vera Wang
Ma are you insane, let's just
(What you want me to do?)
Change clothes and go) You know I stay, fresh to deatth I brought you from
the projects
And I'm a take you to the top of the globe so let's go (Change numbers and
go)
Uh huh yeah, uh (Now girl I promise you, no substitute) It's just me~
He shut off his radio as Lee yelled at him to shut his music off and get
downstairs before he was late. He hissed in her direction as he looked at
his binder again, trying ot figure out where to stash it so that he could
get to it again before class, but not let the others see it. He had to get
to school early.
He threw on his gold chain as he opened his door and started to walk out.
He stopped as Chris walked by. Nicky's eyes narrowed at him as Chris nodded
to him and walked down the stairs. He didn't return it. Nor would he.
It was hard to think they were related. Chris was clean cut and preppy, his
hair short and a bit spikey, and his body mass was a bit bigger than his
(Had to be all the practices he went to). Nicky was more intense and
dressed like those singing the rap/hip hop he listened to. His hair was
medium length and kept back in a short pony tail, and he was slim and
skinny, though he had muscle on him.
Nicky waited upstairs patiently until he heard Chris leave for school. Only
then did he go downstairs to face his parents. His mother scolded him
lightly to pull up his pants, which he did to shut her up. He ignored his
plate of food as he just drank down a glass of orange juice. Danny started
questioning him about what he had been up to the previous night. Nicky got
defensive as he expertly lied his way out of a corner. He didn't say a word
to either of his parents as he left the house.
-Later-
The writing class had already been in session for half an hour when Nicky
and two of his friends came to class, all three handing in the notes the
campus security had written out. Nicky took his seat, second to last on the
right. He picked up the binder that he had placed in the side of it as he
started taking down the notes his teacher had placed on the board.
No matter how hard he had tried to resist, Nicky was a perfectionist when
it came to school work. He wasn't an idiot and his brain was too quick to
be left doing nothing. He had gotten straight A's in most of his classes
since middle school and he didn't feel like having that change any time
soon.
His teacher put up an essay question for the class to answer. Nicky
finished before everyone else. The essay was put to the side as he started
scribbling inside his binder. He got restless and looked ahead of him.
Teresa was finishing up on her conclusion. He reached in front of him and
played with the bits of hair she missed when fixing up her braided buns. He
felt her twinge as he withdrew his hand and sat back before she turned
around. The look she gave him could have mirrored the same one he had given
to Chris earlier that morning. He shrugged innocently as she turned back
around.
He didn't bother her again.
The bell rang soon enough and Nicky sauntered out of class, laughing as his
friends joked on the teacher, not noticing that Nicky had actually turned
in not only his paper but the homework they had declared not to have done
as well.
-Later-
Nicky rushed from his last class, murmuring out some lame excuse to his
friends, too busy with themselves to notice the lie. As he walked, he took
his wrap off his head and shoved it in his pocket as he got out the alchol
wipes and got his signature marks off his face. He pulled his pants back up
as he got to the front of the elementary school.
Andy was looking at his book as he drew on himself on his knee in sharpie.
He looked up as Nicky approached and smiled. "Hey Nicky!" He exclaimed as
he put the top onto his marker and shoved it into his pocket.
"Hey, Andy. What's that?" He asked curiously as the little boy closed up
his book and put it into his backpack. Andy shrugged. "Ah, nothin. Just the
symbol of bloodlust for the North God of war." He said simply as he got up.
Nicky shook his head. He had known Andy as long as the kid had been alive
and was used to his personality. He was actually one of the only people
around who did get him, thus he was baby sitting him after school instead
of Beth and Jamie, who were too busy after school to watch him anyway.
Nicky was constantly pissed at everybody around him. Andrew was the
exception. Andy was his little buddy, and around him he could do no wrong.
Nicky couldn't explain it, but Andy was the only one he seemed to get along
with these days. He smiled down at the little kid as he patiently listened
to what had happened to Andy at school that day, glancing at his clock as
he tried to remember what time he had told his friends he would show up.
-Much Later (Boy, Nicky really gets around.)-
Nicky rubbed his eyes as he unlocked the front door. He was too tired to
try and climb up. He went upstairs, unsuccessful at being quiet. Before he
knew it, Danny was in his face. He couldn't quite tell what the hell his
Dad was going on about. He just shook his head and stumbled into his own
room, exhausted and drunk.
Both of his parents followed him. He felt his mom checking his temperature
and such as his Dad mumbled angrily. Nicky turned to his side and tried to
block them out. He blinked a couple of times in surprise as he could have
sworn he saw her there sitting on his bed looking over at him pitifully. He
closed his eyes and started mumbling for her to go away. 'Go away! Just for
once leave my head!' He thought to himself before he passed out.
Coming Attractions:
The Rebel
Nicky's info
Age: 18 Grade: 12 Song used is /change clothes by Jay Z feat. Pharrell.