I'm A Gangsta, Ma' by Brea Isome (people reading books TXT) 📕

-Sophia-

My dad forcefully sat me down in a chair. " don't move, okay Sophie?" He screamed out as he dashed for the double doors. He didn't even stick around for my answer.

" pssh," I mumbled to myself. " doctors."

It was a Saturday night just like many others. I was newly eighteen and still my parents had decided I was too old for a baby sitter but too young to be in their precious 2.5 million dollar house. So once again, like many other Saturdays before, and many to come, I was in the ER waiting room, preparing for my adventure.

On Saturday night's, anybody could come in. It was always crazy, bustling, people screaming, families crying. I couldn't imagine being part of the staff here at Mercy John's Hospital. I would be screaming and crying and over worked- Lord!

I stood up, smoothing out my dress and stabilizing myself in my 6 inch heels. See, I had planned to go to a party. I wasn't sure why I thought this time I could get away from my father's sweaty little Indian palms but I did. Right when I was sneaking out the back door, he popped up and whisked me away to a world of fun.

Oh, the sarcasm.

" code red-" was said over the intercom.

Oh, sounds dangerous, I thought to myself, I wonder what room.

I went over to the elevator and pressed the up arrow, waiting impatiently. There was a creep standing next to me who could barely stand on a leg that looked like it had been dragged from a bear's mouth. Somehow, though, he found the strength to reach out his nasty little paws and try to get a hold of me. I scuffed and smacked his hands away and I rushed into the occupied elevator.

" creep!" I screamed as the doors closed. And then it was complete silence in the cramped elevator. There was something in the air though, like the smell of- death! muhahahaha!I laughed at that thought a little bit causing the people around me to stare. Of course it smelled like death, I was in a hospital!

When I was younger I used to absolutely hate going to the hospital. My father worked long shifts, anywhere from 5 hours to 14 hours. But as the years passed I found ways to entertain myself.

I was on my way to see if my favorite pass time was back. His name was Daniel. This particular patient puzzled me, really! He came in at least twice a month with broken fingers, a broken nose, busted head, gun shot wounds! And every Saturday I would look for him and if he was in then we would talk until my father found me and dragged me away, scolding me.

My father scolded me about anything really, about my hair, the way I dressed, the way I spoke. Who cares.

I found who I was looking for in the same room he was always in, 3045. When he came in, if that particular room wasn't open then he would wait minutes, hours, and in some cases days, until it was. He said something about OCD. I just called it plain weird.

I peaked my head into the room and he was laid on the bed, head down staring into his phone. The room was empty besides another man who sat in the corner looking out of the window with a hard face.

" well, hello!" I startled them both as I skipped over to the bed. " come here often?"

He cracked up. " I was wonderin when yo goofy ass would find me. yo ass always at the hospital."

" You can blame that on the man downstairs."

Daniel's face scrunched up. " the devil?"

" no! My father, idiot." I smacked him on his arm, not even paying attention to the fact that it was the bandaged one until he winced. " Oh my God, sorry!"

The man in the corner stood up abruptly. I've got to admit he scared the crap out of me. His face was hard, his body was strong, and his he was tall. My God, he was really tall.

His tattooed face mean mugged me. " You talk too much. Leave!"

I was startled into silence, looking between Daniel and the unknown man.

Daniel smirked. " that's my brother, Spa-"

" Leave!" his brother spat again. I wasted no time gettin out of there.

I heard Daniel laughing behind me, telling the man that he had scared me. But the man just grunted, before I heard him chuckle a bit as well.

 
Sophia-

My covers were snatched from my body, letting the cold air rush into my bones. I squeaked and curled into a small ball, peaking to see my best friends.

Front and center was Casey. She was a stunning 5"1, with blond hair and blue eyes. She was a skinny little thing but her attitude was fierce. She was nineteen.

" You bitch!" Casey screamed. " we waited for you at the party!"

To Casey's left was Raven. She was was the tallest of the group 5"9, a brunette with light brown eyes. Her body too, was very skinny. She was eighteen.

" Yeah," Raven rolled her eyes, pulling a pair of Sun glasses from her eyes. " and then you didn't answer your damn phone. What the hell is your problem?"

Last but not least was Marie. She was Hispanic, 5"3 and thick in her hips. She worked everything she had too, Wasn't a bit afraid to stand next to skin and bones. She was nineteen, like Casey.

Marie clicked her tongue. " I told them they were over reacting and that you were fine but no, ice queen over there," she nodded her head toward Casey. " said that there was something wrong. There isn't, is there?"

And I was the black one, fairly tall and skinny and pretty all the same.

I groaned and reached blindly for my covers. " who let you guys in?"

" Janie, of course. She loves a cute Hispanic." Marie laughed.Janie was one of our housekeepers, as sweet as could be, and I had a suspicion that she had a thing for Marie.

" leave Janie alone!" I gave up my search for my covers and sat up, staring over my best friends. They were dressed head to toe, looking absolutely fabulous. " Oh, where are we going today?"

Casey kicked off her heals and dropped her bag on the ground to plop on my bed. " Vinnie said that there's a new shoe store downtown, I figured we could could check it out."

" shoe store?" I asked. " I am itching for a new bathing suit."

Raven gasped. " the purple one is so cute."

" Yeah, but my boobs are getting huge."

" well I say," She smiled evily. " let the world see. Anybody else?"

" I." Marie agreed. " they are beautiful."

" I, too agree. The girls are truly a gift. I wish I could get mines to grow."

I cut my eyes at Casey. " wasn't it you who said they were happy they didn't have big boobs weighing them down all the time?"

" Yeah, but, that was before my mom got her boobs done again-"

" She did not!"

" She did and they are perfect."Marie shook her head. " they look completely in sync, you can't even tell about the accident."

We all looked at each other quietly before laughing.

Casey's mom had went out of the country to get her boobs done the first time because she wanted to save money. Unfortunately for her, so did the hospital she went to. Her left boob popped a week later and it looked horrible!

I wiped a tear from my face and jumped up. " I'm going to get ready, stay put."

I took a shower, brushed my teeth and curled my hair. The curls would fall, but for an hour or two it would hold. I opened my bathroom door and walked into my bedroom to find everybody staring at me.

Finally Marie screamed. " they are perfect!"

I covered up. " God, I thought you guys would be downstairs. I rushed into my walk in closet and closed the wooden doors behind me. " next time say something!"

The closet was really big. I had all my bottoms on the left side ; jeans, slacks, tights, and skirts all arranged from light to dark, my Shirts and jackets on the left side and on the ball wall there were shelves housing all of my shoes. In the middle of the room was a small table for all my jewelry. On the floor beneath my bottoms were my purses and hand bags, book bags- any bag you could name was there.My under clothes were in a bin next to the door.

If someone called me spoiled I would deny it until my tongue fell out, but the fact of the matter was that I was very spoiled. Anything I could dream up was only a finger tips length away. I didn't have to work for it, it was just there. As long as I can remember, since I was adopted at Five years old, that's how it has always been.My birth name wasn't even Sophia, or Sophie as people often called me. But I didn't mind. New lives, New identities.

After ten minutes I finally settled on a pair light blue tights, a grey sweat shirt, and matching grey 5 inch heels. I picked out a diamond necklace and a black tote bag." okay, come-" I started as I walked out of my closet only to be stopped by the girls crowded around my desk at my laptop. " what are you guys up to?"

They all turned around looking at me innocently.

" well," Casey took a step toward me. " who is Daniel."

I raised my left eyebrow. " how do you know about Daniel?"

Casey nudged Raven so she would speak. " He sent you a message on Facebook, your laptop was open."

I rolled my eyes and marched to the computer, pushing them out of my way.Daniel did not send me a message on Facebook, did he? I had told him my name once in the eight months he had been coming to the hospital. Who hears something once and its stuck with them?

Sure enough, he had messaged me. There was a picture of him with a few other guys- what we're they doing? Were they posing?I looked past his picture to his message. It started off ' gotcha!' which mad me laugh and made the girls scramble to my sides to read.

He went on to tell me about some party of his, all the way in Detroit!Marie was completely against it. Detroit was a far cry from the beautiful beaches and luxuries of our California.Raven, however, said that it would be a new experience and she was down to try anything. Casey didn't speak on the subject.In the end, they all looked at me. So I was the deciding factor, huh?Well, I had never been to Detroit, and I had also never seen Daniel outside of a hospital bed either. Why the hell not?

" so, " I smiled wickedly. " does this mean a road trip?"

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