"One talkative nigga"

Monday 8:01am

On route to Edgar J. Hoover High

"Bitch gimme da strawb already!"

"No nigga back off!"

Cindy and Riley we're currently fighting over a bag of gummy strawberries cindy had brought along with her like every other day. In front of them were Huey, Jazmine and Caesar as usual, caesar having his headphones in and bopping his head, jazmine pestering huey endlessly and Huey on the verge of spontaneously combusting. They were all heading to the bus stop on route to their school.

As they approached, an asian boy with spiky hair turned to them and grinned widely "Hey guys" he went to go dap huey. "Hey Hiro" they all replied with the exception of Riley who was mad for not getting a strawb and Caesar who was currently in his own concert. Cindy whacked the dread head in the gut and he let out a groan "OW! what the fuck- oh sup man" He dapped Hiro up not before shooting Cindy a glare.

"What it do yo?" Hiro nodded at the 2 girls then turned back to Caesar. "Nuthn much, normal stuff. Although i am apparently being a little too 'destruptive' " the dread head replied back. Hiros face dropped to concern "Whachu mean? in skl?" Caesar nodded. Huey spoke up beside them "Least your not doing as bad as some people" he looked back at Riley who was facing the road, kicking some stones and had his normal 'don't talk to me' posture on. Riley looked up and gave his brother a glare "Shut da fuck up nigga, don't act like you some angel, don't think we all forgot when you attacked da principal with three different styles of kung-fu."

Caesar nodded in agreement "Yea to be fair huey you did do that"

"And here i was thinking you were the responsible one" Hiro added

"Nu-uh that was different, he was unjust authoritiy"

"Whadeva tha fuck das sppous' ta mean" Riley rolled his eyes.

"Besides, it's not like i do that shit everyday" Huey crossed his arms with a sly look on his face "you tried cutting Cindy and Jazmine with a lightsaber you thought was REAL. Now, imagine if it was real, you must be some fucking psycho 8 year old to be goin around with serious intent to cut people"

"Nigga dat shit was fake anyway and- okay maybe i was a little crazy"

"Yea you were dumbass. that shit hurt. What was yo raggedy pea-sized brain even thinking? You knew me n jazzy was innocent little girls at the time!" Cindy yelled at him, cringing a little while thinking back to that time he jumped out of a tree with a toy lightsaber in his hands and whacked her with it.

"Yea dat meant yous a better target- OWW!"

His sentence was cut short by the slap received by cindy and the bus pulling up beside them. They all packed themselves on the bus, Huey, Riley and Caesar having to go through the struggle of the one and only Uncle ruckus (no relation) who was unfortunately the driver that day. I'm not even gonna get into that. Anyway, they all piled of the bus as soon as it arrived and started going their separate ways; not without another argument between the brothers of course.

"...just cuz i know da inside out of da principals office- wait DAS A GOOD THING! I CAN SHOW NIGGAS ROUND-"

"How the fuck is that a good thing? Your supposed to know where your classroom is and NOT exactly where the principal office is located and all the shortcuts to get to it. Shit you even have a chair there with your fucking NAME on it Riley. They have a special schedule specifically made for you that says..." "From 2nd to 3rd period, You can find riley at the principle office, he will be in class during 4th for around 5 minutes (normally for registration) before most likely being sent again until the end of the day." Riley recited.

"See you even fucking know it OFF BY HEART, you literally live there..."

While that was happening, the others had gone to their own individual lockers and classes and as soon as the brothers were done, Riley set off to the principals office as he was scheduled there from last week for pouring kool aid down another students back.

As he got there and sat at his assigned seat, the principal came out with many files and a coffee mug. "Rough day, son?" He greeted riley, placing the files down at a nearby table and turning back to his office. Riley got up and followed as that was his queue

"You don't know the half of it, and it ain't even started yet"

See, you would think that Riley and the principal were on horrible terms but riley is there so much that they get along as if riley never did anything wrong. You would also think the principal would have expelled him at this point but he knows about riley's disabilities, his home life, his influences, where he's from, his classified past problems (he doesn't know what they are but he knows the kid had it hard) and completely understands why he is this way. Riley actually likes the principal because he's one of the only people that actually understand him, unlike the principal he had in elementary.

"Im assuming it's your brother again?"

Riley rolled his eyes as he took a seat "You already know"

The principal chuckled "Yknow, he's only trying to help you. He is your brother."

Riley scoffed. The amount of times he had heard this one "Why everyone gotta tell me the same shit all the time? oh he's yo brother he's just lookin out for you das all, he cares about you, you should listen to him more like stop sweatin on a nigga! damn." He folded his arms over his chest and gave his irritated pouty face. The principal gave him a sympathetic look and spoke again "What they are saying is true, take it from me. He wants you to have a bright future without having to seek for help from himself or your grandad, they aren't gonna be there for you forever. What's it you always say? Reezy don't need..." "Niggas" "Yes that, and I'm ma own person. Well you can only do that if you succeed. Or do you want huey to be on your back forever?"

Riley scoffed "No, of course not!"

"Good. You watch a lot of gangsta movies right? Do you wanna be the gangstas struggling on the streets, getting killed and only having street cred in their own clits? Or do you want to be the actors that act out the gangstas lives, all while being famous having loads of money and being successful without having to actually take the real gangstas risks?" The principal propped his hands up on the desk "Because if you think about it, if you get shot and die being a gangsta, people only remember you for a few months after. They'll talk high about you on the streets then your name will slowly fade away, leaving you as just another regular body 6 feet under- "HEY! thats NOT how it works!" Riley barged in, infuriated. Principal slightly jumped back and then cleared his throat. what's wrong now? is it what i said?

"What do you mean Riley?" He set his eyes on the now suddenly relaxed but distant 14 year old. Riley shifted uncomfortably in his seat with a stern look on his face and crossed his arms, hanging his head low. "It's just...not everybody that's...down there is just irrelevant. How insensitive are you??" Riley replied getting visibly angry again

"Well i'm sorry if i offended you in any wa- "it's, I just...nuthn okay?"

Principal blinked "Whats up riley?"

"Nuthn! just carry on man..." Riley snapped rather loudly back. Principal blinked, abit set back by the boys sudden mood change. He made a mental note to talk to him about it another time when he is calm, then shook the whole ordeal off, still worried. "Well okay um, if you say so?...uhh, If you get shot while famous like pac or biggie, your legacy will live on beyond your death. So id say, don't be the gangs, be the people that act out the gangs and get money."

Riley, now back in the conversation and putting what the man said together, blinked. He had never thought of it that way, that was actually smart. For a white man, this guy sure knows a lot about gangsta stuff "yea...Yea nigga Yea! wait, nope. Illuminati? nu-uh dat shit scary. Ain't about to mess with da higher power or some shit. They gon kill me like they killed all the other famous people. Pac alive tho." He shook his head rapidly.

"Now cmon that's not real- "The hell it's not! Name more than 4 ways celebs die. Go on!" He slammed his hands on the desk infront of the principal, waiting for an answer. "no, you can't. exactly, it's either drugs, bullets, cars or sickness. Never natural, they all die before 30 and they all were just so happened to be finally getting their lives back together and go against the industry. Then 2 days later they all of a sudden die. And to add to that, it's all the ones that were actually influencial for a good cause, and were growing bigger than the industry would have wanted. But no, they don't wanna sell they souls and they clearly better than the industry so the industry kill em before they become any bigger. Huey tole me MTV tryna 'mind condition' their viewers so that the viewers don't smell cap and try to overtake the higher power, but shii i ain't about to hear all dat! i still watch the shit anyway, although it does sound a teeny weeny bit plausible. Now i don't know bout you but id rather spend some years in a penitentiary than life in a cemetery."

Now it was time for the principal to be suprised. He just got outdone by a 12 year old. Riley at that. Although he didn't understand all the conspiracy bits, it did all sorta make sense. "You are one very smart and hard headed kid, how come you aren't into debate stuff like your brother"

"cuz they don't debate on shit i care about"

"Fair point, but i like how good you are at twisting and persuading people. It's a good skill, use it."

Riley looked up and slyly smirked "Noted." But the principle caught on his act and gave him a look. "And i know what your thinking, NOT for malevolence, pandemonium, discord, total chaos or mass confusion." he said in a knowing tone.

Rileys enthusiasm deflated and he sighed. "Why niggas gotta read me like a book?"

"No offence, but your not very um, 'slick' riley"

Riley groaned and returned back to his pouty 'dont talk to me' posture until there were some knocks heard at the door. Riley and the principal exchanged looks, nobody came here 1st period. "I'm sure it's just the secretary or something. Let me get that." Riley snickered "You fuckin her? Or ain't that Mr Hendrick" The man shook his head stood up, he wasn't even gonna dignify this boy with an answer this time. He opened the door to reveal a slender black girl with sleek but whispy jet black aaliyah style hair that cascaded down to her bra strap. She had on some black, slightly baggy sweatpants, a black polo crop top and some timbs. Her face had that fox look - She basically looked like a Lauryn hill and Naomi Campbell love child but with brownskin and hazel eyes.

She stuffed her hands in her pockets and spoke "Hey yall! Uhh my names Isis, Isis Savanna-Marie Precious and im new here from ATL, i'm in 9th grade and ma teacher tole me to come up here cause of ma shirt too short but her pussy stank so she can swallow that shit up-" Riley instantly burst into laughter as the principle stood there and blinked. Great, another one.

"I can tell your more of a ranter Ms Precious, by your very 'colourful' choice of words. But anyway, your shirt is a little short but ive been telling Ms Terril that i don't really care and that teenagers have their own style. Why would she even be looking at your shirt? What a perv. Riley? you think i should fire her?" He glanced at riley who returned a nod and a "yup"

Isis raised both her brows "Damn bruh, that was quick, u ain't gon punish me?" The principal shook his head. "Hey, you seem like a coo headteacher"

"He really is, take it from me, i'm here erryday" Riley smirked. Isis laughed "Forreal doe?"

"Yup, i present to you, every teachers nightmare, the school office most constant visitor, woodcrests local hoodlum, Riley Lionel Freeman" The principal gestured to riley who scrunched his face up to look cool and held up random gang signs. Isis giggled. "Yo yo sup dis is Reezy son, countin this money yknow what im sayin'. Realest nigga on da streets, feared by many. They call me H.R Paperstacks, AKA Horsechoker, Pillsberry Doughboy, AKA Louise Rich- The Fundraiser! Yeaa i know you know dat one! uhh...oh yea YEA Riley Escobar! yea word up son word"

"He like this all the time? He really a local hoodlum?" Isis said, tryna hold in her laughter but failing miserably. "Yes. You should have heard his introduction speech when he first joined. And he is part of the infamous Freeman family." The principal shook his head in amusement. Riley is a character, he needs his own sitcom

"Oh yea ma momma told me bout some family making trouble round dis bih"

"Well here's one of them. You need anything else Ms precious?"

"Well i also need my schedule, i'll go to the offic- "Ah, no need. i'll get that for you, talk to riley while im at it, you two seem like you could get along." The principal said, walking out of the room.

"Yea i'll show you around ma hub" Riley said, hitting his chest with his fist. "Yo hub?" She questioned humorously and began to walk behind Riley. "Yea gurl i told u ma ass here erryday, well, erry period to be frank. Class is where i gets registered and place my stuff."

She laughed "So you don't learn at all" "Yup! and ion care"

Isis followed the cornrow headed boy around the office. She could already tell this was a handful just by the way he was, and he runs by influence by the way he dresses. He looked fresh, cornrows kept simple but were neatly done, he was wearing a burgundy hoodie and black baggy jeans. He had crisp white af1s on his feet. There's no way he has been here his whole life. "Where you from? You don't seem like you born and raised in Maryland"

"I'm from Chi-town, moved here when i was 8"

"Ahh Chicago. Hmm, why'd u move? to here?" She asked curiously.

"Why'd you move? from Atlanta?"

"Oh just family stuff, where i lived was raggedy, shit was bad up in dat bih bruh swear fo god- No this ain't about me, i asked you"

"Well, the same reason you did"

She only nodded and went back to her seat. She wanted to ask him more but felt as if it wasn't her buisness and she didn't want to irritate or upset him. Besides, he didn't pester her about her life and he doesn't seem very approachable with the exception of her as he was in a good mood. He seems like the kind to have a short temper, considering his posture when she first came in the room. Now this is what she liked doing, her specialty is reading people like a book, it's an ability she learnt at her lowest point in life so she doesn't slip up or get played, she watches her back.

"Aye how come yo accent ain't that strong? ain't u from A-town? Well yo ass did 'say swear fo god', 'bruh' n 'deadass' erry five seconds and yuse kinda slurred yo words n shit but-"Hey Riley how come yo accent ain't strong? ain't you from chi-town? How come yo ass ain't said 'on foe nem grave', 'u tweekin' n 'woo wop da bam' erry five seconds and yuse actually complete yo words n shit?" She finished, rolling her eyes. She hates this kind of stupid stereotypical questions "My accent don't gotta be strong for me to be from Atlanta. Besides, ma momma from Jersey, thats why i pronounce some words different"

Riley held his hands up in defense, now it was his turn to get his questions twisted "Okay nigga damn my bad" He said, defeated. He went to go sit back down in his seat. This girl sure knew her rights. She shifted her weight onto her other leg and looked at him. She barely knew anything about him, what if he wasn't even in her year- "Yous in the same year as me, but ma birthday in august so i'm one of the younger ones. Errybody i actually talk to in the year above" Well that answered her question.

"What u sayin, you ain't got no friends?" Riley shot her a glare "NO- no, jus...niggas too scurred to talk ta me ite, n ma dumbass brother in that year so i just talk ta his friends" He crossed his arms against his chest. Isis furrowed her brows a little. Why did he reply so quickly? She was about to question him but didn't get the chance.

"Who you calling a dumbass?" A familiar voice came from the doorway. Riley turned around to see his brother there with his normal 'dont fuck with me' demeanour.

"Nigga whachu doin here?" Riley asked, slightly confused. Yea Huey would be sent here a few times for his extravagant actions when someone doesn't agree with or tries to debunk his beliefs, but let's emphasise on 'sometimes'. So he is genuinely confused as to what he did this time around.

A/N

This is the point where all of my notes, pictures, apps and data from the past year delete itself from my phone, leaving me with a small rectangular time capsule called a phone and a 15 minute crying session. But, since that didn't touch wattpad and wattpad didn't play me this time, i shall continue this story with memory of all my very vital notes i made. Hopefully i don't forget anything as i'm now free writing.

This is a friendly reminder to back up your iphone just in case of a huge crash like mine, upgrade your iphone every time a new one comes out and set your phone on fire when necessary. Otherwise you will end up like me, an unorganised bitch that is now currently back in october.

I am really trying to stay calm but i had a whole FUCKING plan. (I feel like Riley right now. If only i could be organised like my older sister. Naa in fact, i AM Riley and my sister is huey idc it just makes sense, we even 2 years apart too) If im not dead by tuesday i might just continue this story.

~ An extremely pissed off author

"Cindy was getting on my nerves, Ms...whatever her name is tried to promote voting kanye* for next president, even though we're in 9th grade, and caesar didn't do anything wrong but him reminding me about trump* just topped it off." Huey said with a straight face which made riley become a little concerned. Besides, huey is abit, well extreme to say the least. *Dammit i just read over this and i keep on forgetting this is based in 2009 NOT 2020! but whatever idec im not changing it]

"Soo...what did you do?"

"Oh i threw a book at cindys forehead and used jujitsu on the teacher. She started crying and ran off to medical claiming that i 'strangled' her" He rolled his eyes. Riley flinched, then his worry soon turned into laughter "Nigga how u gon say all dat with a serious face?"

Isis, who was just was just awkwardly sitting on the side, cleared her throat and spoke up "Yall twins?" The brothers glanced at eachother with a 'here we go again' look and deadpanned. "No" they simultaneously replied.

"Damn forreal? But on god if you removed your braids you would look just like him" She pointed at them both and riley scoffed "Dont insult me like that again." he replied. That's when she knew what type of brotherly bond they have, the 'i love my brother, almost like a brother, but that nigga gay' type bond.

Her thoughts were cut as the afro headed kid spoke. "Who are you?"

"Isis, i'm new here" she held out her hand for huey to shake but huey only looked down at it then back at her with a raised brow. Riley swooped in and shook her hand to cut any awkwardness "Don't mind him, dis nigga paranoid. Huey, she ain't even white."

Huey looked at her and slightly recognised her hazel eyes. Have I seen her before? he thought. He then concluded that it would be pretty stupid as she just moved in from atlanta, a place where he has never been to nor afiliated with, so he quickly brushed it off. "Well what if she got some disease?"

Riley gave him a 'really nigga' look

"For a smart nigga, you stupid"

Huey replied with an eye roll "Yea Whatever. And i thought you 'wasn't lovin them hoes.' What happened to that?"

Riley looked down to where his brother was gesturing to and realised he was still holding Isis hand. He quickly pulled it away, he weren't gay or nun, jus didn't notice it das all "Oh shit! my bad" He said to isis, scratching the back of his neck "I jus- I...a nigga ain't gay or n-nun jus wasn't aware n shit, no biggie...heh" he practically trembled. Isis giggled "Your rambling riley, it's not gay, i'm a girl! and just shut up it's not a big deal" she gave him a smile.

"Right, okay." he looked away, slightly blushing and intensly glaring at huey who only shrugged and slightly smirked in response.

Isis furrowed her brows and tilted her head to the side as she had also recognised hueys afro and both their brows from somewhere before... "Ain't yall niggas been on the news? Or some type of TV programme Like BET or sumn? fo sho recognise yo afro for days" she pointed at huey

Huey and riley then exchanged yet another look but this time riley in amusement and huey in annoyance which made Isis frown "ok can yall stop doing that brotherly-telepathy-head-brain-communication shit i jus wanna know"

Huey sighed "Yea, many times unfortunately. If you wanna know more, ask Jazmine, Cindy or Caesar."

"Who are they?"

"A mulatto with a honey-blonde afro, a blonde homie and a nigga with dreads. Just yell out mariah, wigga-cynthia or bob marley n they'll prolly turn around- OW NIGGA! Fuck you always tryna give a nigga brain damage for?" Isis laughed at his reaction, she could definitely confirm riley was the troublemaker now.

"Dont call them that, they will kill you" Huey replied, walking to the door. "Well i gotta go, i think they were planning on sending me home but since principal ain't here i'm gone. Riley don't do anything i wouldn't do"

"Nigga i ain't about to sit n glare at a wall all day! Fuck I look like, Elon Musk?"

Isis was now cackling in the background as Huey kissed his teeth and opened the door. Principal was standing on the other side looking like he was just about to reach for the handle when his gaze set on the young boy "Oh, Hello Huey. What can i do for you?"

"Nothing" he replied and simply brushed past a rather stunned principal. The man looked back at huey then to the pair who still remained in the room and sighed "Oookayy not gonna question that one. So, Ms Precious, here i have your schedule, you should now be making your way to class" He handed her the slip "And Riley will be staying till half way through period 2 per Ms Allen's request."

Riley groaned, ain't nobody a real nigga in this shithole. Isis looked over to him and waved "Alright, guess i'll head off. See you around, Riley?"

"See y- i mean whadeva nigga" Shit, bitch almost caught him slipping. We aint do all dat soft shit, i mean, he barely even knows her. Isis rolled her eyes grinning and left the room. Riley felt his face grow a slightly warm. only slightly

Maybe she ain't bad at all.

Before you tell me Huey is OOC, read the comics, or watch season 1, the nigga is crazy.

Oh and Isis isn't an OC. Babygirl is from the comics...

"i identify my bitches with APs, if she ain't got an AP she is not mine" ~ Future

just found out that JD Witherspoon didn't get the part to voice grandad for season 5...What the fuck????