Okay, this has taken me a while to put together, since I have summer assignments and school stuff to prep for. This is what I get for being a High schooler. Okay, in this chapter, more boondocks characters will arrive, I'm not telling who, so you'll have to read this to find out. Although, more drama will come in the next chapter. So after this chapter, I'm making it up as I go along. So whatever. And I merged 2 chapters together.
Disclaimer: I do not own the boondocks charaters..blah,blah,blah...I only own my OC's...Blah,blah,blah,...I hate writing these things. So happy reading!
Robin's P.O.V
I follow her directions to the supermarket and eventually make it there. I'll admit, it was the strangest encounter I've ever had to meet with a person, but at least I made it to my destination.
-Zwooooop-
The sensor doors open for me with a single glide. As I step in, I'm almost blinded by how clean and well-organized this place is. I notice I was standing in the way and I quickly grab a basket and head out. I would have taken a cart but that would be suspicious, especially since I am 3 feet tall! I quickly get over it and fill my basket up with the precious items we need. I grab 2 bags of chips, Twinkies, 2 containers of Apple Juice, a box of Digorino pizza, Plastic Utensils, plates, A bag of apples and oranges, and finally some Yogurt.
As I grabbed them, I notice people side-glance me, which made me squirm alot. I didn't like the feeling, at all. So, I made up a quick lie and acted it out as much as I could. I was 'supposedly' sent out shopping as a 'Punishment' from my 'Mom' for breaking a vase. I grumbled it as I walked around with a small glare on my face. People then only stared at me in awe.
I finally finish and go into a nearly empty aisle, it wasn't really crowded today. Maybe they weren't having a sale. I put my stuff onto the conveyor belt and continued my act.
''Hello,...has your mom ever made you go get groceries as a punishment?" I ask the Cashier with an innocent face.
"Hahaha, no. Sounds like your Mom is a bit strict" The Cashier laughs a bit.
"The lucky ones" I sigh and she laughs again. Maybe I should consider being an actress, these people were in the palm of my hand. We make small talk as I add Skittles, Starburst, a Snickers bar, and 2 Hershey bars to my batch. All 3 of us had a bit of a sweet tooth, yet our teeth still shined bright like diamonds. So take that overpriced Dentist care!
As I continue, I notice an older gentleman in the aisle behind me. He had brown skin that was a bit wrinkly, black square-rimmed glasses, he also had a small pot belly, and kinky white hair. Wait, I know that guy as Robert J. Freeman, he killed a blind old man and then got his ass whooped twice on that account. I get a bit scared,.. I hope his next target isn't a 10-year old girl with black retro style glasses.
"Why isn't that little girl with her parents? How come no one is saying anything?" I hear him say lowly with my super sensitive ear.
"I overheard her saying that her Mom made her do it as a punishment for just breaking a vase,...poor girl" A customer behind him informs.
"Couldn't they just give her an old fashion ass whoopin',...This seems a bit much" Hey!, I've never had an ass whoopin' in my life. No spankings, belts, whoopin's, or whatever. All my family did was take their fist and hit you directly in the butt or hit you in the back of the neck with a spoon.
"Heehee, I have 2 Grandkids at home'' He explains. I mentally roll my eyes and take my bags and give the Cashier her money and take my change.
"Thank you, and have a nice day" I take my receipt and put my bags in my book bag.
"Hey, that's my line" We both chuckle. I'll admit, I'm quite charming when I'm not so nervous. I head out of the place with a sigh in relief. I was about to walk off, until I spot struggling with his bags. My good nature and kind side start to display. But, what if he is a child molester or rapist. Well, he did say he had 2 Grandkids at home, but I don't bother to remember their names. And he was a bit Famous, and life is about taking risks, so if he tries something, I kick his ass to Africa.
"S'cuse me sir, do you need help with your bags?'' I ask as I tug on his green sweater and he gives me a surprised look that soon turns into a smile.
"Oh why, no thanks Lil' baby, I got-" Just then, one of his bags slip from his grasp and with my fast reaction, I caught it.
"Okay,...maybe a little" He admits with a slight titter. I chuckled at his cheeky expression, he seemed too nice to kill a man. And the Blind man seemed a bit mean,.. yet I have to say he was funny as hell. I grab 2 of his bags and I happily walk along with him.
"So,...lil' baby, might I ask why you're out buying groceries by yourself, it's not something a child typically should be doing" We walk down the parking lot.
"My Parents are kinda outta Town and before They left here, my little sister broke her favorite vase and blamed it on me,...S'okay though, at least I know what a homemaker does." I shrug," I guess."
"Hehe, you sound nothing like my Grandad kids, They have absolutely no childhood and you seem about their age too" He stopped at a Vintage red car that looked like it just came out of the shop.
"Maybe,...Oh my fault, I forgot my manners,...my name is Danielle or some people call me Dani. What might your name be?" I ask with fake curiosity.
"My name is Robert Freeman" I shake his hand after putting the bags in his trunk.
"Well goodbye "
"Wait, let me tip ya' for the help" He reaches in and pulls out his wallet.
"No thanks, I don't need your money. I was just happy getting some good karma my way." Yes, I do believe in Karma, although it could be a bitch sometimes. I wave my hand and shake my head. "It was nice meeting you" I call before leaving out and on my way home.
-3 minutes of walking later-
I walk back and I hear someone calling my name, well fake name.
"Aye, I see you made it to the store" Cindy smirks and gestures to my bag.
"Yup, and thanks for the help. I was pissed when I was told I was going in the wrong direction" I mention and we walk across the street together.
"Hey you gotta phone?" She asks.
"Uh, yea, why?" I shift my arm into the small pocket of my bag and pull out my phone and she takes it instantly.
"To call me, you seem like a good home girl. Don't worry, I ain't no Lezbo or nothin'. Maybe we could hangout again, and you can be down wit' ma' crew" She offers and gives me my phone back after tapping on it.
"Sure" I say with a bit of optimism leaking from my voice. It was always a bit hard for me to make friends at home, I had about 3 good ones, not including Amir. It was Diamond, Ming, and Jacob."..um,...Hey. Would you like to come over my place. My Brother and Sister would love to meet you. And you seem nice as well, not all happy like these other white kids around here" I suggest.
"Hey, don't be goin' soft on me Dani, but sure, why not" She shrugs before wrapping an arm around me. Cool, my first Woodcrest friend,...and she's a reversed oreo.
"Plus, my parents aren't gonna be there for a couple of days and we'd appreciate the company"
"Word, well come on, why we walkin' then" We both run into the Hotel room and catch the elevator and giggle our way to our room. I open the door to see[ Okay from this point on, Imma use their fake names because I don't want no mass confusion when people address them. Sorry, continue reading.] Sammy and Chrissy watching T.v and chowing down some Chinese food. Their eyes go wide when they see us.
"Hey guys. C-Murph this is my half-brother Sammy and my half-sister Chrissy. You two, this is Cindy McPhearson" I introduce as I close the door.
"S'up white girl" Chrissy smirks" See, I told you Dan was a people person and it was only a matter of time"
"Yup, anyway Cid, you ready to chill with us" Sam proclaimed.
"Sure, what are we doin'?" Cindy asked as she sat in a chair as I put the food away, since nobody wants to help. The smell of foreign food wraps around me and fills my nostrils.
''Whatever you want, you're the guest" Sam continued.
"Yea, we got the Wii, some cards, Movies, board games, Xbox" Jordan informs. I knew my sister couldn't resist leaving her games behind.
"Hmmm, let's square off on the Wii so I can kick both your asses." She gave a cocky expression.
"Oh hell nawh, You gonna get your ass handed to you on a silver platter" I could smell the start of a beautiful friendship,...or shrimp rolls.
Eventually, C-Murph had to go after we watch 'Ride Along', played some games, and scarfed down some Chinese food.
"Awe man, I gotta go or my Mom's gonna bitch" C-murph said as she checked her phone.
"Aw,...Booooo, your Mom sucks" Chrissy playfully threw a pillow at her and laughed.
"Pfft, you suck, hahahaha, quit it" C-Murph laughed."See you guys 'round
"Bye" We all said in usion as she closes the door.
"I think that was the coolest white girl I've ever met" Chrissy remarked.
''Yeah, me too, We should all get ready for bed" Amir suggests.
We all shower and clean up, I was the last to go in. I was in my deep yellow night-gown. I stared at the bruises and scratched on my arm and flopped around with my hair. I purposely tough the and feel an addictive sting of pain, I sound weird don't I. I start to think of my family back home. My Aunt Jean, my cousin Hakeem who I thought of as the closest thing to a father even if he was only one year older than me, His twin brothers Jahmir and Jamal, My friends,..and everyone I ever cared about. I hope they were safe. I couldn't care less if my mother died, it was Karma's way of filling my body with anger to beat her. But I never really condone senseless Violence. I quickly snap out of my thoughts and go to bed.
"Hey Dani?" I hear my sister say.
"Yes?''
"Will we ever go back to the way we were,...when we were happy" I sit up to face her.
" I'm putting some faith into it." I admit.
"I'm happy here, like when your Dad was home and feelin' the live of everyone around us...I wanna stay like this forever"
" I do too, but don't expect a lot from God, he only has so much power...If I go to jail and Mom or Sam's Dad even have the slightest chance of hurting people,...I kill them and myself"
"Noo" She whinned and hugged me"If you die, I die. I can't lose anyone else. I don't wanna be in Foster care with all them ugly random nigga's or go to jail" I hear her sniff and I caress her hair."I don't wanna get hurt no more"
''Don't cry, it breaks my heart to see you cry" I mumble and see Sam poking his head through the door and I signal for him to come in. He hesitates before coming in slowly and sitting on the edge of my bed.
"Saw you guys being sentimental,...I miss Ryan" Sam says lowly.
"We miss your brother too, but he'd want you to be happy, not sad" I rub his upper arm, and he slowly wraps his arms around me and my sister. I hum softly and utter the words of 'Hallelujah'
-Baby I've been here before, I've seen this room and I've walked this floor, You know I used to live alone before I knew you.
And I've seen your flagon the marble arch, Love is not a victory march, It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah, 5# hallelujah
It was my favorite song that Suga mama and my Father use to sing to us if we weren't in a happy mood. When I finished both were asleep.
"Hey Dan?" I heard Chrissy say.
"Yea" I grumble because I'm a bit sleepy.
"You still a dick" I hear her laugh and I roughly push her away from me and go into the other room. It was beautiful outside with all the stars out. Back at home, I've never seen stars before, except in pictures. They glitter and Twinkle down onto our Earth. I get down on my knees.
"To whomever maybe be listening, God, Heaven, or the stars above...I beg you,...no plead to you with a simple request. I just need for you to spread a little love amongst the 3 of us. I know you might be busy with this world and its selfish needs, and I'm probably one of them. The people around here seem happy. My Dad always told me Begging, cryin', and hating was for the weak, and I always believed him. Help me not believe him, to make me strong and brave. thank you those above, goodbye" I get up and lay on the empty bed, but never leave my eyes from the window. I watch and soon fall into a deep slumber.
Jordan's P.O.V {The next Morning}
After breakfast, I take a shower and left out the hotel room with a simple "Bye, be back". I was getting tired of that room and wanted to meet some homies, maybe I'll see C-Murph. I looked down at my orange T-shirt, Boot cut jeans, and grey Adidas. I put a black shoulder bag on my shoulder that had my phone, 100$ in spending money, my PSP, an emergency bottle of pepper spray, and some snacks. And lastly, my hair was in 2 french braids.
I walked out the door and scoffed at the people around me. I'm probably the hardest person for miles. I walk around a few blocks and see alot of-
-Whoooooosssh-
All of a sudden, a red bike rides past me. I was a deer in headlights, I barely dodge that shit.
"Hey, watch where you're going DOUCHE-Muffin" I called out to the bike rider. I didn't expect him to stop with a screech.
"Aye, what'cho call me?" Oh, this douche was black and cute. When he turned around, I met his cinnamon colored eyes. He had cornrows under his red helmet, His skin was like a peacan, he wore a white beater, baggy jeans that didn't sag, and regular brown Timberlands."Oh, that's what I thought" And he pedaled away.
I realized I had been staring at him for a long time, oh hell nawh fool. I wasn't about to let him get away with that. He wasn't too far as he rounded the corner with a relaxed cruise speed. I was besides a forestry area. I made a mad, mid-way dash to the other side. I panted, but I pressed harder. When I got there, I stood behind a tree and peered my head around slightly. I saw him come down with a cocky smile, coming my way. On a time reaction, When he was close enough, I stuck out my fist.
"Omphf" He said when my fist made contact with his face. He flew back off the bike and landed on the concrete with a small thump.
"I said Douche-muffin, nigga" I glared at him, but I think he was a bit knocked out." You just got knocked the Fuck out" I couldn't resist saying. I stare down at his bike, it wouldn't hurt to borrow it, right? So I hopped on and took his bike for a quick spin, I'll just bring it back before he wakes up. Oh snap, he got the spinnin' rims, oh snap. I ride around a bit. My sister often calls me a Theft and Con-artist, but it's some what close to a career. I almost bumped into Amir, Dark green with blue striped Polo, straight cut jeans, and simple white Adidas.
"Where'd you get the bike?" He quirked his eyebrow.
"Borrowed it" I said blankly, and put one foot steady on the concrete.
"With permission,..'cause if not, that counts as stealing" I knew he was right.
"No, but the boy got all up in my face, so I punched and knocked his ass out. I didn't want it to get stolen so I,..borrowed it" I defend myself.
"No, you took it and did the exact same thing as to getting it stolen. Now go return, If Dan finds out, she'll slap you into a cartoon" I sigh.
"Okay, your such a kill joy" I pedal away and go back to find the boy. When I was a block away from him, I could see him bare his teeth and kick his foot against the ground, and clench his fists. I could tell he just woke up.
All of a sudden [again], a fist came my way, but I move my face out-of-the-way and the fist tapped my shoulder, which made me lose balance and I wobbled and fell off the bike and rolled in front of that boy.
"Heh, let me borrow your bike, bitch" I shakily sit up and see a Tall, fat boy with a carrot top.
"Hey give it back, dat' shit ain't mine" I barked but he rode away as I got to my feet."Muthafuka, who you takin' shit like that" I rant and look at the boy next to me.
"What the-Oh my,...This some ole bullshit, Today must be Jack-a-nigga-bike-Day." He holds his head in both his arms and kicks the concrete. I see the fat boy round the corner and we were still by the forest.
"Come on" I grab the boy's hand and drag him across the park and into a bush. This boy was big, so I might need extra help.
"Aye" He snaps as I peek out the bush.
"You want'cha bike back or not,...on the count of 3, jump out and stick your fist out as fast as you can, got it" I speak lowly. He glares at me but I could tell he went along." Okay, one,...two,...Three" We both jumped out and stick our fist out, and make contact with the big-boys big face. He literally falls off the bike with a large thump.
"Yeah, we got'em,...How does your own medicine taste Bitch Magnus" I high-five the boy and see Magnus sit up.
"Oh shit, RUN" He gets on the seat and I get on the metal things on the back of the wheel, and hold onto his shoulders as we pedal away.
"Hey, you can't do this to me, I'm Butch Magnus" He gets up and starts chasin' after us.
"Oh crap, is this nigga the Hulk or on steroids. Pedal faster" I exclaim.
"I would, but 'cho kinda heavy" He grits from his teeth. I look around quickly and spot a fruit stand." Hey, can you get close to that fruit stand" I point over to get stand.
'Yeah, I 'dink, why?" He pedal close to it and I swipe 3 apples."Okay, try and keep steady." I turn slightly and do my best to chuck 3 apples at his face. He shields himself but doesn't watch where he is going and crashes right into the fruit stand.
"Yo what happened?" He asked, turning to me.
"Turn around, I wanna see it again" We turn around and ride past him, and go into a fit of laughter.
"That's what 'cho get for Messin' wit' Young Reezy"
"And Rissy Ross, son" We ride off, 2 blocks away before getting off."Thanks for the ride" I give a small smile.
"No problem, ...thanks for helpin' me get my bike back" He pushes off with his feet as he walks besides me.
"No problem, might I ask yo' name, Young Reezy?" I ask politely.
"Riley a.k.a Escobar a.k.a The Fundraiser" He said.
"Christina a.k.a Chrissy a.k.a Candy Sales" I say in exchange.
"Where you from, I neva' seen you around here before" He gives an odd look.
"Imma Philly girl, just here with my siblings while my parents are out on a business trip, or whatever...Sorry I took yo' bike" I utter the last part.
"Nah, s'okay? You wanna play me in a round of Basketball?" Ha asks.
"Hell yea, come on" I hop back on this bike again and we pedal off.
Amir's P.O.V
After telling Chrissy to go give that bike back, I walk to find myself at a park. It was very green, and had a nice landscape. Just a minute ago, I saw Chrissy and That boy riding away from a big boy and make him fall in to the fruit stand. I chuckle at how mayhem follows behind her. I continue my walk and spot an area where you can sit and play checkers. I go over and sit at the last one and pull out my 3DS and play Mario. It was calm and I was able to get into my zone. I saw an enormous shadow hovering over me. I look up to see the most disturbing figure, and I thought my teacher was in need of a face job.
This dude was a dark brown shade and looked crispy-crunchy, his pure white hair was pulled into a ponytail. One of his eyes was as big as a cyclops. No homo, but he had big lips that perturbed a tooth. He wore a salmon colored sweater, Kahki pants, and don't even get me started on this guy's shoes! This guy could be Shreks ugly step brother.
"Nigga, what'cho doin' here? Last thing this beautiful sanctuary needs is some more color",I'm sorry, what did he just say to me. Now I don't feel bad for mentally making fun of him."Ooooh, and you also look like a wet-back, how's that even possible. What?, A black nigga and illegal Mexican made you ass to get into this beautiful country" He continues talking, but I'm not listening. I'm still hung up on this guy's face. In my head, he was talking like an adult peanut character. How was he talkin', at least I got swag.
"No offense,...but your ugly" I burst out laughing at what I just said. I was literally rolling on the ground. I'm so mean, but he started it. I left him stunned for a moment.
"Ruckus, what are you doin'?" A older gentleman in a green sweater comes up to him. I think it's a crime to be that ugly, I stifle a laugh.
"Oh Robert, Tellin' this disrespectful nigga to get off-"
"I'm sorry, I really shouldn't have said that, my bad" I apologize. It was never good to tease some one, especially people older than me.
"See, he apologized, now leave this little boy alone, it's public property."He says and turns to me."Excuse him, he's a bit mental" And they both sit in the other seat to play checkers. Soon enough, I get bored with my game and stare at their game .
"Oh, so I'm guessin' you wanna ruin our game too" Ruckus stares at me and I shake my head."But I could win it either way" I say nonchalantly.
"You sure 'bout that, then take my place" I take 's lace and within 3 turns, I win the game.
"We win" I say brightly and stares at me, stunned."You wanna play again?"
Robin's P.O.V [ last point of view]
I felt alone in the hotel room and decided to go out. I grab my bag, an apple, and an orange. I walk out find a quiet café and sit down. I order a milkshake and read 'The Freedom Writers' Diary' I read about 5 journal entries of my book.
"Hey look, it's the Mulatto Princess herself" I look up and check out the window. I see a group of girls snicker, ugh, I hate popular girls. I look in front of them. About 5 feet away was a girl around our age. She looked cheerful. Her skin was tan, she had strawberry blonde hair that was into 2 puff-tails, and emerald eyes. She wore a purple zip up hoodie, a purple top, white shorts, and white shoes.
"Hey, Jazmine, having a bad hair day, or should I say year" They purposely block the sidewalk so she couldn't pass.
"Yea, where'd you get those rags from, the garbage" Wow they sucked at being mean.
"Hey! It's not my fault it won't straighten. And my clothes are just fine" She glares a bit.
"Pffft, look her mixed chick. I know where you live at is full of unicorns and rainbows, but this is reality. It's where your Dad is a loser and your Mom is a slut" Damn, now that was mean. I feel bad for her a she is close to tears. I remember when I got bullied. Especially by the boys on my clothes. No one was there for me, and I stood up for myself. I don't even remember their names, My cousins literally jumped them when they saw me get pushed to the ground after my outburst.
I get up from my seat and go outside and stand beside the Jazmine as she just got pushed down.
"Hello, I just want to say your beautiful and don't let nobody tell you otherwise. I'm not a lesbian, so No homo" I extend my hand and help her up.
"Ooooh, look, Jazmine got's herself a girlfriend,hahaha-Ow" I grip her by the hair and pull her face down to my knee and let her fall back with a bloody nose. I step on the other foot and yank the leader by the hair." Look, Jazmine was it, punch her" I instructed. Jazmine gives me a scared look."Look, sometimes in life you have to stand up for yourself. She just disrespected your Dad and Mom, and called you out. You can't be such a pushover. So hit her" I hold the mean girls arm back and wait for her to get the impact.
Jazmine starts to glare and her lip quivers, and finally slaps the girl to the group.
"Dang, you got a nice hand." I watch as the girl falls."Hmmm, I'm impressed." And I start to walk off.
"Wait,...Thanks for that back there,...what's your name?" She asked shyly.
"Danielle,...but you can call me Dani...You shouldn't let people degrade you on your individuality and beauty. We can't all pick our traits and appearance. If we all could, Girl would look like Nicki Minaj and Beyonce. And Men would look like Trey Songz and Chris Brown."
"Or Usher" She injects.
I huff a laugh,"Yeah, People are just jealous because they don't have original beauty. I mean, you rarely see people with green or voliet eyes, and your hair color is so pretty and natural" My compliment make her giggle slightly and smile brightly.
"You seem nice,...where are you from?" She asked.
"Philadelphia, We're here on a business trip, my parents are kinda outta town. So it's just me and my half-siblings. There goes one right now" I point to my sister playing a game with a boy around her age, she seemed happy.
"Oh, she kinda looks just like you,...I wish I had a brother or sister" I give her a pitiful look. Although my sister can be a total ass, we loved each other and knew almost everything about each other.
"Well,...I could be your pretend sister,...we don't look nothing alike though and how old are you?" I give a questionable look.
"10"
"Perfect, so you can be my Faternal twin sister, since we're the same age. Plus you can pass as a black person, back at home there were people about your color and there parents are all black." I wave my hand for emphasise.
"Really, That would be great,..." She hugs me tightly and I hug back. I was a very huggy person as well, if you hug me, I'll squeeze the life out of you."..but I don't know how to be a sister.." She let's go sadly.
"It's like having a great friend that has to love you, annoy you, and be with you forever. So don't worry, I'll teach you." I pat her back sportively.
"Okay,...my Dad is coming to pick me up, and you should come over and we can watch T.V, have a jump rope contest, have a tea party, and do each others hair,..." She rambles on as we stop at a corner. I guess having another person around won't be so bad.
Well that's it, I added a lot of fluff, sisterly love, comedy relief, and whatever. I hope this was good, I might add Cesar but then again he is in all my stories. Please review and follow,the button is really just underneath!