The Encounter

The moving van pulled up to the row houses that lined the small city streets. Chantel huffed as she looked at the new house.

A old, run down, brick building. Chantel was afraid to even walk up the cement steps, afraid they would cave in.

"Out of all the house...you choose this." She said to her sister that was un loading the truck.

"It's not that bad. You know our parents didn't leave us with a lot. Just enjoy the rest of your high school years here and then-"

"And then what? I go to the crappy ass community college down the street." Chantel snapped holding the bridge of her nose.

"I'll leave you to calm down but help me get all this shit out the truck." Her sister, Cherise said.

"Okay." Chantel muttered.

Chantel was a plus size girl. More than thick. She had just gotten the big chop done and wore her hair in a Afro due to the sweltering heat. Her lips full and plump and her light honey skin made her the ultimate package.

One the other hand her sister Cherise was a walking stick. A flat booty and a flat chest but the men still crawled to her. But Cherise was gay and didn't care for men.

The next day Chantel and Cherise spent all day packing.

"Telly! Go to the store and get some sodas and come hot Cheetos!" Cherise yelled from the shower.

Chantel sat on her bed reading a book. She was annoyed that her sister would make her go outside in the summer and buy some damn snacks. Chantel thought she didn't need anymore snacks.

"Okay!" Chantel yelled back.

She looked at her attire. Ripped Jean shorts, a white tank top and white gel sandals. She thought she looked fine.

She made her way down the street keeping to herself. The round the way girls were dressed inappropriately trying to flaunt what they didn't have.

Chantel shook her head and saw the corner store up ahead owned by this old man. Three teenage boys blocked the steps to the entrance. They were too busy talking to notice her.

"Excuse me." Chantel said trying to get up the steps.

The talk lanky one with the honey blond dyed hair stepped in front of her. He pulled up his sagging pants before licking his plump lips showing his bottom grills.

"What's yo name shawty?" He asked smiling in her face.

Chantel knew he was a fuckboy and honestly didn't want to talk to him. All she wanted was some butter crunch cookies and a sprite.

"Chantel, but it would be nice if I could just go to the store." Chantel said pointing at the door.

"Lemme get yo number first and then you can go into the store." He smirked.

"I'd rather not." She said catching a attitude.

The boy sucked his teeth mugging Chantel. "Get yo fat ass on then."

"But weren't you just asking for my number? Yeah I thought so." Chantel said rolling her eyes and going into the store.

She got her soda and cookies and the stuff her sister wanted before going to the register. A young girl about fifteen hummed Rihanna under her breath.

"5.16." She said bagging her stuff.

"Shit." Chantel mumbled looking at the crumpled three dollars she held.

"Can you just take the sprite off?" Chantel asked before a hand came behind her sliding a ten dollar bill over.

"Nah! Keep all that and add some rellos."

Chantel turned behind her and saw one of the guys that stood on the steps looking unbothered.

"Thank you." Chantel said picking up her bag and leaving the store.

"You're welcome ma." He said showing his smile as she walked out the store.

Chantel walked down the steps still seeing the boys sitting down.

"You still gonna give me ya number?" The same boy from earlier asked.

"No!" Chantel said continuing to walk.

The boys laughed as she kept walking.

The next day Chantel was awoken by the sun. Her sister Cherise had opened the curtains to let the sun into the dark room.

"Wake up sleepy head!" Cherise said shaking a sleepy Chantel.

Chantel groaned. The covers were snatched off her head.

"We're going out today." Cherise said leaving the room.

Chantel was now walking down the street to the local park. A beat down basketball court with old bleachers and a small playground for children to play on.

Chantel wore some short blue lace shorts with a nice fitted white shirt. Her white huaraches sat on her feet and the silver hoops dangled from her ear lobes. She never wore black in the summer because she couldn't stand being hot.

"You look nice." Cherise commented as they found seats on the bleachers.

Every girl was out here trying to get with the boys playing ball or shooting dice. The neighborhood DJ was blasting rap music while someone's uncle was cooking on the grill.

It was a all out hang out spot for the young adults and youth of the hood.

"Go buy us something to drink." Cherise said handing Chantel two dollars.

Chantel rolled her eyes. Every time she turned around Cherise was asking for something. It was starting to annoy her.

Chantel scrolled through Instagram while she waited in line. A light skinned finger tapped her shoulder. She turned around ready to mug the hell out of a nigga. But it was a girl.

She was like Chantel but had the skin color of caramel. She smiled at Chantel before speaking.

"I just wanted to say that I love your hair." The girl said making Chantel slightly smile.

All she had done was put some water on her curls and add some moisturizer.

"Thank you. I'm Chantel." She said introducing herself.

"I'm Tiny. Are you new here? You have this accent." Tiny said.

"I'm from Jamaica but moved her when I was like five. My accent went away over time."

"That's cool. You should sit with me and my other friends. They'd love to be friends with you." Tiny said making Chantel smile.

"Sure."

Chantel had brought the sodas and given it to her sister and went over to her friends with Tiny. She was surprised to see who her friends were.

"Ahh look, it's lil mama from the store." The youngest said making Chantel roll her eyes.