The Start Of My New Life:
We moved into our new house on Saturday. My dad was a church goin' man so we'd only moved in a little by the time church started. He forced me to go to church with him. We got there half way through service, so we sat in the back, but we still got glances toward us. They was mainly glancin' towards me. I wanted to get up and yell, 'what you FUCKIN' lookin' at? Keep starin' and you'll no longer see anything'. But I didn't say anything. I just got up, hands in my pockets and stormed out. My father never even glanced up. Once service was over, a bunch of kids came up to me.
"Where you from?" a frizzy haired girl asked.
"Houston, why you care so God Damn much? Go back to your PK life."
"How'd you know I was a PK?"
"You was sittin' in the first front rows. I been around churches enough to know only family and relatives sit there. Go back to your people, bitch."
"There's no need for that kinda talk Yasmine," a cop said as he came up.
"Do I know you Popo?" (AN-Popo means Police Officer)
"No, but your dad filled me in on the reason you moved here."
"My pops don't know nothin'. All he cares about is getting' drunk and beatin' something'. I bet he didn't tell you that he killed my moms, now did he. She came home late from work and he broke her neck."
"I'm surprised that gang of yours didn't kill you for getting out?"
"Who said I got out?"
I left before anything else could be said. I opened my car door and got in, then peeled out of the parking lot before my pops could do anything.