Bird Trap. Where The Bag At? (eBook)

Sasha Harvey (Autor)

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2020 | 1. Auflage
144 Seiten
Bookbaby (Verlag)
978-1-0983-3177-1 (ISBN)

Infos

Watch Who you trust Sis! Youngest Twin Bri'Anna has been through it all and still didn't learn a single lesson yet. Y'all better tell her before I do because Imma hurt her feelings. Philadelphia is a different planet you either make it or you don't but everyone has to learn right?

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Twins Bri'Anna, Bri'Ale and best friend Kayla grow up in the middle of the Hood. The will see and do it all just to say the did something. Remember not everything is for everybody! The streets is always watching and they never forget.

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Chapter 1

Gimmie a Fair
One *2006*

“Bri’Anna.. Bri’Ale! Shut the fuck up and sit the fuck down, Damn! All y’all do is scream and fucking hollar. I should’ve left y’all dumb asses at the hospital like Y’all daddy did.” That was the earliest memory of my Mother. Standing five foot six, light brown skin and gray eyes. She had some long hair too. Well, not that long and her edges was barely none. She always kept a bomb ass wig though and the niggas that was coming over wasn’t there to play with the hair on her head anyway. Bang,bang,bang! The loud banging on the door knocked me right out of my daze and back into my reality of a tiny white bathroom with paint chipped walls, flickering lightbulbs, and a cracked mirror. Between the hot water that was running out and this fucking roach watching me shower from the wall was the only reasons why I got out the tub and opened the door for my fat ass sister. “Come on now Bitch, you been in there for like an hour, the fuck you in here doing? I gotta piss.” My bad Bri’Ale, I was just thinking about mommy. “Mommy? “Why you thinking about her? Didn’t she leave us? All alone? Fuck her!” I know, but today is her birthday and you know she gonna call grandma. “So let grandma talk, I got a lot on my plate right now, ain’t nobody got time for an episode of Prison Break!” I couldn’t help but laugh at her dumb ass. See, Bri’Ale was the funny one. Yes, we are Twins.. Twins that I think look nothing alike. If you ask my grandma she’ll probably tell you that we got different daddies. Shit, I bet she’ll tell you that even if you didn’t ask her old ass. She stay in somebody else’s business. I thought, while picking my pink towel up off of the sink and wrapping it around me. “Imma go get ready, I’m not tryna be late.” Well Lemme get my ass ready too, I said out loud. To say I was hype was an understatement. I couldn’t wait to shake my ass to something in gym class because Nasir is gonna be there!

Yes. That’s My man.. Well maybe he’s not mine yet but he will be soon and a bitch couldn’t wait, dropping the towel to the floor and staring at my body in the full length mirror. Realizing that I got some big ass titties, not much ass but some wide ass hips, and I look better than a lot of these jawns thats out here. Yup, a bitch poppin, I said out loud as I grabbed the big bottle of Queen Helene cocoa butter lotion off of the dresser. Rubbing it on my cinnamon colored skin over these 34DD’s down to the peach fuss on my pussy.

“Can’t have nuffin ashy today huh?” I heard a raspy ass voice say from the hallway. I slowly turned around to see Mr. David standing there with his dumb ass face smiling from ear to ear; with three missing front teeth. Snatching my top cover off the bed I told him to close my door. He didn’t move until I screamed, Grandma, can you tell your perv ass boyfriend to close my door back I’m trynna get dressed! That’s when he sucked what was left of his teeth and said, “Bitch the day you turn 18 and those stamps stop comin’ in yo ass is outta my house. And take ya fat ass sister wit-chu. This MY house and if you ain’t fuckin’ me you got to get out!” and slammed my door. Just thinking about his limp ass dick made me gag. That man got issues. “Yo, next time you use all the hot water tell me! Had a bitch using Luke warm water like a fuckin’ baby. All I had to do was wash my pussy for real, I could’ve used the sink for allat.” Oh my bad, I didn’t even notice. “Yeah Yeah, so wassup Bri’Anna? You giving that pussy up tonight or what?” My twin asked as she grabbed my sheet and snatched it out of my hand. Bitch, OR What! I ain’t you big drawls. I’m not fucking every nigga I meet at the Poppi store. “That’s because your black ass is waiting on another bitch nigga and he don’t want your ugly ass.” Whatever! “Yea whatever bitch! And I’m not even fat hoe! I’m just big boned,” Bri’Ale said rolling her eyes at me.

She always had some crazy shit to say out her mouth. She wasn’t even fat, just a lil gut but thats all I had on her. Personally I think she looked better than me. Looking just like mommy without the bad perm and edges. Yeah we both had dimples and the light brown eyes but she had ass and titties. She was thicker than me and smarter than me. If we being dead serious, I always felt like I’m in her shadow. I mean don’t get me wrong, I look good but standing next to her I just looked basic. These niggas out here want girls with big booties and hips.. Thats something I just didn’t really have. Oh shit, is it really 7:42? Come on we gonna miss the bus and I’m not walking all the way to Broad street. I said while throwing on my 511 Levi jeans on and a white collar shirt I got from rainbow. I was ready to go. Putting on my white Applebottom coat with the fur around the hood I swore I was looking good. After spraying on some Sweet Pea I was all set. We got five minutes and I’m not walking again, I screamed up the stairs. “Don’t rush me, the 29 is right there on the corner we good. And why do you smell like my shit?” she whispered. “You know you wear cucumber melon”. “Yeah, just like I know they my gold hoop earrings. So we can play the ‘what is mine’ game and you can come outta my drawstring ponytail or we can walk to this damn bus”. “Aight Bri’Anna you got it” she said laughing. I had to bust out laughing myself because if she only knew that I’m wearing a pair of her thongs she would really wanna fight me. That ass whipping would’ve been worth it because I was tryna be sexy today. Snatching these bitches niggas is a full time job.

I want a mani and a pedi but I don’t have any money so somebody man gonna pay for it. My bestie do it all day long but she fuck older men. I’m not knocking her game, I mean get that money anyway you can especially when you sharing it with me. She be on Myspace meeting all kinds of niggas. Little do these niggas know, she gonna fuck them and rob them, and when they hit her up she tell them that she’s only 15 and if she get in trouble they will too. I keep telling her it’s gonna catch up to her soon but she don’t care. Thinking of the devil, there she go right there. “Bestfriennnnnd!” was all anybody can hear in a three block radius. We was screaming so loud some old lady came to her window and yelled “Shut the fuck up! It’s not even eight in the morning”. We was salty as shit but that didn’t stop Kayla ghetto ass from snapping back, “Bitch, if it’s that early. Take ya ugly ass back in the house, because I slap people moms”. I had to cover her mouth mid-sentence because she can get outta pocket at times and I just can’t with her today. We had to talk. Thank God the bus was coming down the street.

Crowded, smelling like hot Cheetos and feet, but it was warm so I could careless. Kayla you ready? I asked her. “For what?” To jig? “Jig what?” Ah-Low! I got my hands up high, my feet down low and this the way I Jig-A-Low. I said out loud acting all extra because Nasir was on the bus two rows back sitting with his girlfriend. He said something to her and they both started laughing. What do you think he said to her? I whispered to Bri’Ale and Kayla. “Probably that your pussy stank” Bri said first. I was low key mad but I just rolled my eyes and turned to Kayla.
“Girl I don’t know but it better not be about me because I ain’t got time for them, I’m too grown. He sitting over there without a haircut and she got all kinds of peas, corns, and potatoes in her kitchen. They like a match made in dusty Dorito Heaven.”

“Nooo! Kayla stop it” Bri’Ale screamed. “You know that’s your best friend boo!” Bye girl, call the cops. I just said he was cute. “Yeah whatever. Remember we share a room and I’m not always sleeping when you bumping your pussy on that pillow saying his name. That’s why your face is breaking out like that, Allat nut you sleeping on.” Lie again! I said slapping her hand out of my face. These are period bumps I tried to say over their laughter. It was pointless because she was right. I played with my coochie to his memories damn near every night, but she didn’t have to put my business out there like that. And why she never said nothing before?

Getting off the bus all we heard is, “Pink coat! Yo pink coat, can I walk with you?” “Walk?” Bri asked him. “You don’t have a car?” “Nah, not yet, I’m working on that now. So wassup, can I walk with you to school?” “Boy bye! Not with those shoes on.” “What?” Bri’Ale!, Oh My God! Why you say that? “Because, look at him. Eww!” No, he seem nice and he was cute. Why you couldn’t just say no thank you? “See Bri’Anna that’s your problem now, always tryna be nice to somebody. The answer is no and you gotta say it to them so they know not to try that shit ever again. Imma see you hoes at 3rd period. “Bye.” See you. Man, I cant believe we came out the same pussy sometimes. “Facts, but she is right. If he’s not her type why play with him?

Cut dat nigga short like his high water ass jeans!” You just as bad as her Kayla. I wonder why we even friends. “Girl we best friends, and it’s because deep down inside you know you just like us”. Yeah, whatever. “Ladies? Ladies get to class, it’s about to be a hall sweep and if you’re caught that’s one week of in-house. Okay Mrs. Burny. “More like Miss-burn-that-wig.” KAYLA! Stop it! I said trying not to cause a scene. You so stupid, move I said slightly pushing her out the way....

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 6.10.2020
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Lyrik / Dramatik ► Dramatik / Theater
• ISBN-10: 1-0983-3177-X / 109833177X
• ISBN-13: 978-1-0983-3177-1 / 9781098331771