Date: Sat, 25 Jun 2005 19:33:59 -0700 (PDT)
From: drety yuiop <megalabray07@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Get the Fuck outta here" Chapter1 Gay/Auhoritarian and Gay/highschool

"Karee, Boy get your ass in this house and help your brothers unpack!"
My mom called from inside the kitchen of our new house.

"Aiight Ma, coming!" I called to her.

It was early Tuesday morning, and the middle of my senior year at school,
that my mom decided that she wanted to relocate. I didn't like this move
because I knew I was leaving my new girl. Although it probably wouldn't
be hard for me to find a girl, mostly girls come to me. I'm a light
caramel colored brother, I have natural waves in my head, a pretty smile
and I do workout a lot so I guess my body is fit from that. My body
isn't what attracts girls the most. It's my eyes they say. Everyone who
views my eyes say's either one of two things, girls say, aww his eyes
are sooo pretty!! Dudes say, that nigga wearing contacts!!

 We use to live close to this area so I know a lot of people who stay
here. The house we're moving into is a BIG improvement from where we
were at first. My family consists of me, my three brothers and my mom.
Our first house was only a three room house with 1½ bathroom. The new
house had 5 rooms, and 3 full bathrooms and a basement with an unfinished
bathroom. How we came to live in here was weird.

We had a "comfortable" uncle who had passed away. He never liked anyone
except for my mom. Our whole family was jealous of his wealth and
prosperity. He was always the topic of conversation at family cookouts,
even the cookouts that he didn't attend. I called him Uncle Joe. His
real name was John, how I came up with Joe even confuses me. Uncle Joe
was always nice to me, my brothers despised me for it, when he would see
me he would give me no less than 50 dollars on the spot. Of course, my
mom took it from me and put it into my bank account. He had done this
since I was about 4 years old. I'm 17 now and thanks to him I have a
little over 5,000 saved up from his visits.

It was confusing when he decided to give us his house, it was in his
will:

In the event of my death...And too my sister in law, Margret, I leave my
house and my entire life savings, which I believe to be roughly 775,000
dollars if my accountant is right and not trying to rob me....

The above Belongs to her if she follows my simple instructions, which are
that Margret Reside in the Basement, Karee take the Attic, and the other
boys stay on the second floor. My lawyer will be doing a follow up to
make sure that my request has been carried out. If this is done, Margret
and the boys will receive what I have stated above, plus all that is
contained within the house.

My mom didn't have any problem with uncle Joe's demands. Once we
arrived at the house we were elated to find 5 cars in his humongous
garage. Each car had a license plate with our birth dates on them. This
goes to show that Uncle Joe loved me, because he left me a Mazda RX-8. My
mom had a 05 suburban and my brothers had scions. Yet again they despised
me because they saw what I got and what they were left with.

"Come on nigga get in here and help with these mutha fuckin' boxes!"
Said my oldest brother Nick(23), who was still mad because he got a
scion.

I do admit I still can't see him driving a scion. He would get no play
at all in that little ass car/van/beetle. It was just ugly. He wasn't
made for that car. Although he was as black as Wesley Snipes his long
braids made up drastically for him in beauty. He was HUGE about 260 lbs
of pure muscle. I loved having him around me when I was little. Now since
my no good father left us, it's like he's the man of the house.
Sometimes he lets it get to his head though.

"Aiight nigga, don't be mad cuz u got a lemon." I said laughing.
"I'll be happy to give you a ride if you need it."

He looked at me confused. "Nuh uh nigga, for real?"

"Yeah, a ride to your scion biyaatch!!" I said falling to the floor
from laughter.

"Bitch shut the fuck up! Shit aint funny!" He said now furious. I kept
laughing even thought I was afraid to. I knew his massive body was more
than enough to send a nigga to the hospital.

"Aiight nigga you got it." I said trying to apologize. I extended my
hand for some dap (Handshake).

"I know one mother fucking thing both of yall asses had better what yall
mouth in my house, as long as you're under my roof you will respect
me!" Said my mother with furry. "Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am" Nick and I said in unison.

She diverted her attention to me.

"Karee, if you keep teasing your brother about his car I will give it to
him! Is that understood?"

I saw my brother smirk.

"I said, is that understood?" She asked again getting more impatient.

"Well actually if you give anyone else his car, your brother-in-law's
will is void."  Said my uncle's lawyer, who seemed to have invited
himself into our house.

He may have had a point about the will, but my mom was steamed and she
wasn't taking anyone's bullshit.

"Mother fucker you had better watch yourself. You may have told my
brother-in-law how to spend his money, but you damn sure aint about to
tell me how to run my got-damn house!" She turned back to me. "I said
is that understood Karee?"

She was pissed, and no matter how much I was mad at her, she still
deserved my respect.

"Yes ma'am, I understand." I said giving my brother a mug.

Steven, my uncle's lawyer, took a seat and was quiet for about five
minutes. I guess my mom had that affect on people, because I too went to
unpacking the last of the boxes in our new house.

 Steven must've remembered why he came to the house because out of no
where he leapt up from the sofa.

"Oh yeah, how could I have forgotten!" He said with enthusiasm.

My mom looked at him and sighed, still angry about his earlier intrusion.

"What is it now?" she said folding her arms.

"Oh nothing much," Steven said nonchalantly. "Just that his life
saving that was passed to you has nearly tripled."

One I heard his last sentenced I flew down the stairs.

"What the fuck!" I said overjoyed. "That's like over 2 million
dollars!!"

"Karee watch ya mouth!" My mom scolded.

.........................................

So that was my first day in my new house. We unpacked, got brand new
cars, Got settled into our new place, and became rich! I swear this is
the life. The next day was spent "Hooking up" our new house. My mom
spent 15 thousand dollars to have contactors build us a basketball court
and swimming pool that went up to 14 feet. She gave them 1 day to have it
done or they would just have to charge her the regular price. They of
course had it all completed in less than 4 hours. Let's just say we now
had the best house in the neighborhood. Now it was time to meet the
neighbors...

Me and my second oldest brother, Ricky, decided to go walk around and
meet some girls around here. A nigga was feeling kinda horny! We had
walked around for about two hours and saw nothing but niggas on every
corner we turned. After 1 more hour of pointless walking we headed home.
Once we got there I heard a ball bouncing and figured that it must've
been Nick playing ball. I started to walk around the back, the closer I
was getting the more voices I heard. Once I had reached our new court, I
saw nick playing some dudes that Ricky and I had passed on our "girl
scout". Nick waived me over to play but I wasn't in the mood for
basketball. It was hot in the summer, and it felt like 90 degrees
outside.

I just shook my head and took a seat on the picnic table my mom had
bought. For 5 minutes I watched Nick and some other niggas play
basketball. Nick had just scored and now the other team was bringing the
ball down the court.

"Aye wassup nigga!" someone said interrupting my view of the game.

Although I was mad I still needed to make some friends. "Shit wassup
with you?"  I asked.

"Aint shit, bout to ball these niggas up when they finish with their
game." He said.

"O aiight that's cool." I responded.

"My name's Devin." He said giving me dap. Devin was about 5'9" and
really slender. He was a big smiler though because all he did was smile
the whole time he greeted me.

"I'm Karee." I responded. "Just moved around here."

"Yeah I know some old man use to live here right?" He asked still
smiling.

"Yup that's my uncle." I said watching my brother score the game
basket.

Once the game was done everyone came to the table I was sitting at.

"Aye wassup!" I heard a few of them say. Some stuck their hands.

"Shit wassup." I said returning the dap.

We sat outside getting to know each other. Well them and my brother
mostly, I just sat and watched as they picked their basketball teams for
the summer. It was official now, our court was now the new hangout spot
for the summer. I didn't mind because that means that there will
probably be girls all over the place. For about 30 minutes I sat there
bored, listening to these niggas compare themselves to NBA ballers. My
brother Nick, of course claimed to be the new Lebron James with plaits. I
heard some other person call himself a black Steve Nash. Everyone laughed
at his comment. I looked around the table to remember some of the faces.
Everyone was sweating except Devin and I. They were playing hard so it
was obvious that they were going to sweat. "So these are my new niggas"
I thought to myself as I looked around. As my eyes moved around the table
they became locked on this on guy. He looked to be about 19 or 20, and
was just mindlessly gazing at me. I mean damn that nigga was staring at
me like it was no tomorrow. I began to get worried from the way he was
staring: he had a nigga checking himself out. There wasn't anything on
me so I looked back up at him, confused as a mother fucker. He let out a
small grin and began to pull out a blunt. My heart jumped because I knew
how my mother was about smoking. I was just about to tell him to stop but
I was cut off by my brother.

"Aye J-rock, come on man my moms don't like that shit around her house."
Nick said.

"O fa-real? Aiight I respect that." He said looking around. "Well I
need to hit this joint, so ill catch yall niggas later."  He said as he
got up to leave.

Once he stood up I was surprised, because as soon as he rose, almost
everyone at the table left and followed him out like he was some type of
big shot.  In fact the only person who was still at the table was Devin.
My brother Nick got up and went into the house.

"What was that about?" I asked Devin.

"Oh damn, that was J-Rock." He said smiling and shaking his head.
"He's a big time seller. Don't nobody buy or sell without him getting
a cut. That nigga basically runs this Hood. He is not to be fucked wit
unless u got some serious heat."

"So why did everyone leave with him? If I were them I would stay away
from that nigga?" I said getting up from the table.

It was getting dark, and a nigga was real tired. I felt like I was about
to collapse and I aint even ball today!

Devin shook his head in response to my question. "Those nigga was part
of his crew, damn you got a lot of shit to learn don't you?"

I thought about all ii had learned today about this "J-rock" dude. It
was kinda scary because the way he was staring at me. Maybe I made him
mad. I just don't want him to think we on bad terms because that would
start a lot of shit I really don't need. I went in my house and went to
started to go to doze off when my brother stormed in my room and ran up
the stairs.

"What the fuck do you want nigga?!" I said to Ricky.

"Nigga shut your dumb ass up, anyway, mom is leaving tomorrow on
vacation and Nick said they having a tournament tomorrow."

I was still a little moody from Ricky waking me up. That nigga scared the
hell out of me.

"And that means...?" I asked annoyed.

"Oh, he said some of them gonna crash because their game will probably
be over late."

I was getting more frustrated. "What the fuck does that have to do with
me?!"

"He said can someone crash up here with you nigga! Damn!" he was
becoming equally annoyed.

"Yeah man, damn now let me go to sleep."

"O ii cuz he said that Jay rock will be crashin' up here!" He left as
soon as he finished his sentence and shut the door.

Now I was fully awake.

I whispered to myself. "Get the Fuck Outta Here"....

			    To be relived.....

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