LIT
Chapter 1 — Two Kings, One Block
Growing up in the ghetto had embedded a certain fearlessness inside the hearts and minds of the people who lived in these locations. Most were not even high school or college graduates, but yet were smart enough to know that no one on the other side of the railroad tracks, had actually cared two shits about them, or their present conditions.
Frankly, for those who were born with silver spoons inside their mouths, they could honestly say and openly admit that they never knew that these kinds of human beings, or these forms of conditions had even truly existed.
Mothers often raised their children to believe that they had to be at least twice as great as their peers from different ethnic and cultural backgrounds in order for them to succeed or excel in life.
No matter where they went, or how they dressed, the successful and educated and prominent members of their society, would turn their noses up in the air and scoff at them in utter disgust.
This point was proven, whenever they stepped foot inside a grocery store, a department store, or maybe even a highly popular restaurant, or what have you. These people's loud and bright-colored appearances would be met with the strongest suspicion.
Society, was taught to always be on high-alert and mindful of citizens of the lower societal status quo. In all amazing truth, the general society was subconsciously programmed to be completely distrustful and on the continuous lookout for any suspected and underhanded scheme or gesture.
They were taught to pay close attention to their advances because in the very second it takes to blink an eyelid, you can be robbed, conned, or possibly even murdered.
This twisted logic was ingrained into the minds of people. They were warned to not make any long and steady full-eye contact with natives from the barrios because it could very well so, lead to a dangerous stare down, that can result in an aggressive and hostile situation, due to their very highly sensitive egotistical mentalities that they had unfortunately developed.
So knowing what society thinks and feels about persons from America's ever so increasing slums, gave Briscoe and Neno an advantageous upper hand over the oft-times thoroughly brainwashed public.
Neno and Briscoe were two young teenagers from the same community. Their mothers had vaguely known each other and lived two different lifestyles. Briscoe and Neno were around the same age but never had actually met each other.
Despite this stereotypical statistic and for the sake of them being unacquainted, their moms would still treat their sons specially.
"Neno, what I told you about lipping out that Kool-Aid pitcher?! And don't you lie to me about not doing it either because you got red fruit punch stains all over your shirt!! Now, get your ass in there and change your shirt!! You going over Mrs. Betty's!! I'm going out tonite!"
Candace demanded.
"Where you going Ma?!"
Neno asked his mother while knowing she was gonna further scold and blister his behind, if he continued to ask her inappropriate questions.
"That's none of your damn business! Last time I checked, I was grown! I go where grown folks go and you go where little boys go! Just get your ass in there and change that damn shirt like I asked you to! Now go! I'm runnin' late!"
Candace shouted out while clamping and fastening the latch to her new and ridiculously oversized doorknocker earrings.
She walked over closer to her closet door to take another good look at her self-image inside of her tall and narrow full body mirror, which was affixed to her bedroom's closet door.
"Umm.....These jeans are huggin' the hell out of my ass. Them niggaz at the nightclub are gonna be in for a real fuckin' surprise!"
Candace giggled.
She proceeded to stare at her shapely figure from all imaginable angles. And to complete the look, she went and put on a pair of her tiniest panties. After this, she turned around to observe her butt inside the mirror, to see if her panty-print was obviously noticeable.
Thus it was, and Candace's small panties antics were in absolute full-effect mode. Now that she had fully achieved her desired look, she and Neno proceeded to walk over to Mrs. Betty's house.
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"Girl, look at you! You killin' it!"
Mrs. Betty proudly stated.
"Boy, go on inside! I'll be back to get you later!"
Candace mentioned while rubbing her son's head. She proceeded to kneel down to her son's standing height.
"Give me a kiss."
"I love you Ma!"
Neno replied.
"Love you too! Now, go inside and play. You missing all the fun! I'll be back real soon, okay."
Candace stated, while Neno cheerfully skipped his way inside of Mrs. Betty's home.
This is usually how both Neno and Briscoe's similar but alternate weekends were spent. Except, Briscoe's mother Debra would drop him off at Mrs. Betty's.
They seemed to meet up at Mrs. Betty's house, along with the rest of the local neighborhood children in the area.
Neno's mother Candace, was a vibrant heart-throbbing gorgeous cutie pie, who just so happened to be an obnoxious and frequent party animal.
Briscoe, another little boy from this same hood, had never ever met Neno because he would visit Mrs. Betty's home on the weekends when Candace and Neno decided to stay at home.
It was crazy how they lived in the same hood and were students who attended the same school, but yet did not know each other in the absolute least.
That is the opening. The sample continues free — take it with you.