Just because it's more fun to write older characters, I'm speedin this up a bit. (: Ages are as follows:
Huey Freeman: 17
Riley Freeman: 15
Jazmine DuBois: 17
Cindy McPhearson: 17
Michael Caesar: 17
And an original character, Jolie "Chai" Costa: 16

"Man, forget y'all niggas. I hope they got a fine ass bitch in they family," Riley Freeman exclaimed. Huey, Caesar, and Riley were standing in the driveway of the Freeman residence, watching what was happening across the street. Recently, their neighbor's house had gone up for sale and within the first week it was on the market, the Costa family's offer was accepted. The boys watched the moving van pull into the driveway.

"Damn, Riley, why you always have to call women 'bitches' and 'hoes'?" Caesar inquired.

"'Cause that's all they be. They either high maintenance bitches, or loose ass hoes."
Huey Freeman shook his head in disdain. He really hated his brother's way of thinking. Across the street, the doors to the moving van opened. Out of the driver's side stepped a tall, mixed looking man. Out of the passenger's side, a little girl hopped down from the seat. She looked no older than ten years old.

"Damn. All I wanted was a little somethin to look at and they ain't got nothin. Shit, why I always gotta be let down?" Riley whined, slouching. He turned to go inside.

"Okay, you can go inside, but I think you might be missing out." Caesar teased.

"On what? An eight year old? Nigga, you wack," Riley muttered, turning around. But then he saw what Caesar was talking about. A black Honda Civic pulled up to the curb and parked, stereo system booming, silver rims shining. The car turned off and out stepped a teenage girl who looked to be somewhere around the boys' ages.

"Daaaaaaaamn," Riley exclaimed. She wasn't too tall, only around five foot seven. She definitely knew how to dress herself, wearing skinny jeans and a ruffled shirt with a vest. She wore some old converse though, and she looked predominantly white. Her hair was long, curled, and black with a purple streak. "Too bad she a white bitch," He said a little too loudly. The girl turned to look at them, but shook her head and walked away.

"I think she heard you," Huey spoke up. "I don't understand why you have to be so rude all the time. You don't even know that girl."

"Man, whateva man, I was just sayin, man. Always givin me shit for some shit that ain't even a big deal. Nigga, shut up 'for I get my crew up here and-"

"Man, Riley, shut up." The boys turned around and walked inside, the youngest of them muttering darkly under his breath.

The next day, Huey woke to his grandfather's loud voice downstairs. He rolled over and opened his eyes. Groaning, he sat up; stretching, he stood up; and rubbing his eyes he made his way downstairs. To his surprise, they had company. Grand dad was talking to a vaguely familiar man. Peering around the corner, he noticed two more guests, and waking up, reckognized them as the new neighbor's from across the street. The ten year old's eyes were wide, but the older girl from yesterday looked bored. She was listening to her iPod, with her arms crossed, sitting on a chair in the corner. Huey nodded to be polite, blank faced. She made a face in recognition, and the ten year old assaulted him with a barrage of questions.

"Hiiiiii, my name's Rocio!" She exclaimed. "What's your name? Have you lived here your whole life? What's your favorite color? How old are you? What grade are you in? Why do you have an afro?"

"Rocio, calm down," the elder said, pulling her little sister away. "Sorry, she's really curious. I'm Chai."

"No you're not, you're Jolie. Why don't you like your name? It means pretty!" Rocio inquired, innocently. This so called Chai laughed, annoyed.

"Damn, Grand dad, what the hell is all this noise for?" Riley yelled, coming down the stairs.

"Dammit boy, what I tell you about cursin in front of company? Don't think just cause there's people here I won't take this belt off and teach you a lesson. Just 'cause you're 15 don't mean you're grown, so you better start actin your age."

"Well, I ain't know we had people over. You ain't warn us or nothin, shit..." he trailed off. "Sup, nigga, I'm Riley, and that nigga ova there who won't introduce his gay ass is my brother Huey. OW." Riley rubbed his head where Huey just smacked him. Chai snickered. "Damn, bitch, what are you laughin at? Ain't nothin funny over here."

"DAMMIT BOY! I HEARD YOU, YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR-"

"Boy you better calm your ass down. You deserved that. I heard what you called me yesterday, and now you're callin me a bitch again today. You better calm down with all that, I don't take shit from anyone. Especially little wannabe thugs like yourself." Chai stuck up for herself, glowering at Riley. The younger boy was furious. Clenching his fists, he muttered darkly, glaring at the floor. Chai refocused her attention on her iPod, turning the volume up.

Grand dad and their new male neighbor continued their conversation in the kitchen, away from the children. "Get along now, kids. I don't wanna come in here and find y'all actin up."

Huey opened the morninig paper, Riley turned on the TV and started playing video games, Rocio wandered around the house, and Chai hummed in the corner, staring out the window at the beautiful summer day outside. It was almost the end of summer though, and school would be starting up again. She hoped her Senior year at this school would be tolerable, because one of her new neighbors definitely wasn't.