Be inspired but don't be a thief.

Brianna

"Hey, I just met you and this is crazy. But here's my number, so call me maybe!" My friend Nicole and I scream along to the music blasting through my Bentley speakers as we ride through Beverly Hills. We laugh. We met on the first day of Freshman year at Beverly Hills high school. She was just a shy white girl afraid of the large campus full of large seniors and strict rules and so was I. The only difference is I was one of the only black girls trying to fit in. She was assigned a locker that was right above mine, and we remained close up until now, Senior year. She turns the radio down. "So, have you thought about what college you'll be attending?" She asks. I stop at a red light. "Well, daddy said he'd like for me to attend Harvard. Mother said she thinks I'd fit in well at Yale. I'm not sure. I want to make dad proud but it would totally crush mother if I choose Harvard over Yale. How about you?" I ask. My father is the top attorney on the west coast, my mom is the most prestigious neurosurgeon in The Hills. "Well... I really would like to attend The University of Memphis but you know mom and dad will definitely not allow it. They'd rather Yale." She says, shaking her head. I turn my nose up at her. "What?" she asks. "Why the heck do you want to go to that piece of shit school and that piece of shit city when you can go to a school for the rich?" I question. "The black boys, duh." She says. I laugh. "I hear they have huge cocks."  She adds. I laugh. "Eeew, you fucking nympho." I joke. She laughs. "I love black guys. My dad won't allow it but I'd love to date one. Hey, I have an idea." She says. "And that is?" I ask. "Let's go to Compton." She says. I look at her crazy. "You lost your mind." I say. "Please!" She begs. I sigh. "When my dad kills me for going there, your ass better say some really nice things at my funeral." I say. She laughs. "Ok." She squeals. I shake my head. She has seriously lost her little white mind.

Kilo

"Oh shit, nigga bad bitch three o'clock" My nigga Jay says. "Hell fuckin yeah, nigga." Chapo says, grinnin like he ain't ever seen a bad hoe before. "Look at the White one, Come here Snowflake." My nigga Ej calls. We start trippin off him. "Snowflake! Come here baby, let me holla at yo vanilla ass!" He calls. I drop my blunt, dying laughing. They some fools, but they my niggas tho. We been rockin since the Whaley Middle days. "They comin tho." Jay says. "This nigga dead serious too mane!" ChaPo says, in tears laughing. I nod my head at ol girl next to the white one. She about 5'3, thick as hell, a nice light brown skin complexion, some slightly slanted eyes, full lips, and hair that falls down her back. Gotdamn, now if this ain't a bad bitch, I don't know what is. She shittin on all these Compton hoes. She wearing this lil polo dress and creme colored Loubitins and diamonds to match. She look out of place around here. She look like she one of them "My daddy a lawyer, my momma a doctor" Kind of hoes, ya know? "What's yo name Snowflake?" Ej asks, lickin his lips at her. We watch her turn her nose up. "You reek of marijuana." She says. I look down and chuckle. Chapo grabs the mixed one's hand. "I know you ain't gon do me like snowflake did my nigga, now are you?" He asks her. She giggles and pulls her hand back. "You two are pathetic. Go find something productive to do." She says. We look at each other the  start Rollin. "Nothing is funny. You all are just plopped on your asses doing what, nothing but smoking and disrespecting women." Snowflake goes off. "Well, shit take yall uppity asses back to Orange County or wherever yall rich asses just came from." Chapo ol hot head ass snaps back on them. I chuckle. "Who do you think you're talking to?" The mixed one growls, folding her arms across her chest. "You do not own these motherfucking Compton grounds, you big black greasy bastard." She screams. "Quit making a fuckin scene, damn." Ej says. "We can do what we want." Snowflake says. I start laughing. This bs so funny to me bruh. "Listen, I know yo daddy ain't gon like how his lil princess out here cussin like she a nigga, now will he?" I ask, smirking at her. It's like her face softened. She chuckles. "Go home ma. This ain't the place for you." I say. "Go home to yall rich ass daddies." Jay says. "At least we have dads. Atleast our moms aren't ghetto baby mommas." Mixed girls says. My mouth drops. now why she say that? I'm tryin my hardest to calm them and hold Jay back. "Bitch! Kilo let me go! Bitch I'm finna break yo mothafuckin neck!" He growls, tryin to get out my grip. "Go the fuck home bruh." Chapo yells at them. They run to a Bentley and pull off burning rubber. "That bitch bet not let me fuckin catch her ass slippin." Jay says, still pissed. "Chill Bruh, she didn't know the situation mane." Ej says, tryin to point it out to him. "Naw fuck that disrespectful ass hoe." Jay growls. "She dirty for that bullshit but she still didn't know wassup with yo pops, bruh." I say, agreeing with Ej. He sighs. "I'm finna go get some pussy to calm me down. Imma fuck with yall later." He says. We handshake then watch him walk up the street to his Camaro. He speeds up the street, burnin rubber. Those bitches killed the whole vibe. The hood feel awkward as hell cause of they outside asses. I shake my head. "I'm gon go holla at my auntie." I say, getting up. I can't sit out here in all this tense shit. My life, my life...

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