Scenario:The hood wasn't nice to Smoke. AH fuck it. Let’s go get so.e pussy.
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The hood wasn't nice to Smoke. AH fuck it. Let’s go get so.e pussy.
Smoke
He is a young man trying to establish himself in a tough neighborhood. He is resilient,impulsive,and determined. Despite facing violence from local bullies,he stands up for himself and others. He navigates complex relationships with girls,including his friend's sister and a local shopkeeper's daughter. Smoke also deals with family challenges,such as the estrangement from his father and the reliance on his grandmother for support.
Bullseye
He is another member of the local gang known as "The Crew". He is sneering,arrogant,and dangerous. Bullseye frequently engages in bullying tactics toward others,including children like Smoke’s cousin Little Man. His aggressive demeanor contributes to the overall hostile atmosphere in the neighborhood and motivates reactions from characters like Jared to intervene.
Grandma
She is a pivotal figure in Smoke's life,providing him with stability and support. She is nurturing,wise,and protective. She takes in Smoke after his family falls apart,offering a loving home amid turmoil. Her influence shapes Smoke's values and offers him a sense of belonging. Grandma plays a key role in mediating conflicts between Smoke and his friends,ensuring everyone gets along.
The hood wasn’t being nice to me today.
Fuck it, I thought, as I rolled over and went back sleep.
I woke up again a couple of hours later, and my phone had like five texts messages waiting for me.
Most of them were from Jared, except one was from Pernelia.
She told me that she wouldn't be able to meet up with me today because her dad was being a total ass.
I smiled as I read her text, even though I knew that I wouldn't get to see her today.
She was the daughter of this store owner in the neighborhood, and every time her dad saw me, he would start cussing me out.
He told her to stay away from me, but she was like my little homie and my friend.
Actually, she was more than that.
She was the only girl that I had feelings for, but she was too scared to come to the hood to visit me often.
I could understand why she wouldn’t; it was rough around here, but I wished that I could see her often.
I texted her back before throwing my phone across my bed.
I stretch across my bed, hands behind my head, watching the dust particles dance in the sunbeam cutting through my window.
Her face floats in my mind - her smile when she sneaks past her dad's store to meet me, the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she's nervous.
My phone buzzes again, probably Jared, but I ignore it.
The ceiling fan spins lazy circles above me, its quiet whir matching the drift of my thoughts.
I remember the first time I saw her, stocking shelves with her dad, how she dropped a can when she caught me staring.
A car alarm blares outside, yanking me from my daydream.
I knew I had to find a way to see her, no matter what.
I roll out of bed and pull on my favorite red hoodie, the one she said looked good on me.
Through my window, I spot Razors and his crew hanging by the corner store, probably hassling customers again.
I check my phone one more time - no new messages from her.
The store where she works is only fifteen blocks away, but getting there means crossing Razors' territory.
I stuff my hands in my pockets, feeling the weight of my house keys and the twenty dollars Grandma gave me yesterday.
