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is packed in the barrel in the ice case in the corner store. It was fat pretending to be muscle. Funny thing is, we knew for a fact that she could run like a lightweight. A bunch of us witnessed her dashing across the yard to break up a brawl, her heavy hands pulling bodies apart, then tossing them. Young ones got hurt more than they would have without her “help.” Her grip only choked and crushed. So we requested the rope, played nice with it, and would return it to her five minutes before it was time to leave the yard.
One, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety. Two, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety . . .
We counted it out, all nine of us singing together. There was seven Gutter Girls and two Diamond Needles, Riot and Tiny. Or should I say there were seven Gutter Girls and Three Diamond Needles, since I was in both gangs, the one I started and the one I joined on the low.
It was my turn and I was killing it. “Turn faster!” I called out as I danced between the two ropes, lifting my feet like lightning. I started crisscrossing em, and then paused, amazing myself by picking the beat back up in time to avoid losing a second of rhythm or tripping. I wasgonna keep the Gutter Girl Gail’s who they used to call Greedy Gail, arms turning two ropes until they were slim and sore. Siri showed up and went wild cheering for me. Both crews had to give it up to me when I bent down between the ropes and jumped out the next set from the squatting position! I’m supposed to be able to do it like dat. I’m a dancer, and rhythm and movement is my expertise.
I leaped up from my squatting, returned to skipping, then suddenly switched to the one-foot hop. As I spun while hopping, I caught a glimpse of Cha-Cha on the yard mean-mugging me. I kept hopping, and didn’t miss a beat.
Riot had told me many weeks ago that “Cha-Cha has been neutralized.” When I asked Riot what that meant, she said, “It means she won’t fuck with you no more.”
To me, that meant that Cha-Cha didn’t want to fight no more cause it wasn’t like she was some powerful bully and I was her scared victim who she beat up. Most of the time I got the best of Cha-Cha in our past brawls, which is most likely why the bitch kept sweating me for a rematch. I once twisted her right arm so hard I thought I broke it, but it was only sprained. I had punched out one of her teeth and lifted a patch of hair from her scalp. Honestly, she got two good shots off on me. She kicked me hard in my ribs, and pulled back one of my fingers trying to pop my bone out. I got loose from her grip quick enough before she could do any permanent damage. Still, my finger got hurt and throbbed and swelled a couple of days before it went back to the same way it was before.
It had been two months of Cha-Cha acting like I was dead. When she saw me, she wouldn’t even lift her eyes or move the muscles on her face. Now she was sending off a fighting stare.
My mind started shifting. My eyes were focusing on her ugly face. It made me miss a beat and finally I was out.
“Damn, I thought you would never give up,” Gail said, her arms collapsing and her side of the rope going limp.
A Gutter Girl named Brianna sucked her teeth before asking me, “What the fuck was you thinking? You were like a possessed witch inside the ropes.”
Everyone laughed. I didn’t get red about it. She was my girl. I knew she didn’t mean me no ill will. Besides, I had taught her toread and write. That’s how I hooked her for the Gutter Girls. She was steady drawing pictures and mailing them out. They weren’t even beautiful pictures, just some crayon-type shit. Siri said to me, “She can’t write.” Instead of embarrassing Brianna, I went by her bed and said, “Let’s put some words on your drawings, like a storybook. I have good handwriting. Tell me what you wanna say. I’ll write it down neatly.” We got tight like that.
“Get your hands
One, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety. Two, ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, sixty, seventy, eighty, ninety . . .
We counted it out, all nine of us singing together. There was seven Gutter Girls and two Diamond Needles, Riot and Tiny. Or should I say there were seven Gutter Girls and Three Diamond Needles, since I was in both gangs, the one I started and the one I joined on the low.
It was my turn and I was killing it. “Turn faster!” I called out as I danced between the two ropes, lifting my feet like lightning. I started crisscrossing em, and then paused, amazing myself by picking the beat back up in time to avoid losing a second of rhythm or tripping. I wasgonna keep the Gutter Girl Gail’s who they used to call Greedy Gail, arms turning two ropes until they were slim and sore. Siri showed up and went wild cheering for me. Both crews had to give it up to me when I bent down between the ropes and jumped out the next set from the squatting position! I’m supposed to be able to do it like dat. I’m a dancer, and rhythm and movement is my expertise.
I leaped up from my squatting, returned to skipping, then suddenly switched to the one-foot hop. As I spun while hopping, I caught a glimpse of Cha-Cha on the yard mean-mugging me. I kept hopping, and didn’t miss a beat.
Riot had told me many weeks ago that “Cha-Cha has been neutralized.” When I asked Riot what that meant, she said, “It means she won’t fuck with you no more.”
To me, that meant that Cha-Cha didn’t want to fight no more cause it wasn’t like she was some powerful bully and I was her scared victim who she beat up. Most of the time I got the best of Cha-Cha in our past brawls, which is most likely why the bitch kept sweating me for a rematch. I once twisted her right arm so hard I thought I broke it, but it was only sprained. I had punched out one of her teeth and lifted a patch of hair from her scalp. Honestly, she got two good shots off on me. She kicked me hard in my ribs, and pulled back one of my fingers trying to pop my bone out. I got loose from her grip quick enough before she could do any permanent damage. Still, my finger got hurt and throbbed and swelled a couple of days before it went back to the same way it was before.
It had been two months of Cha-Cha acting like I was dead. When she saw me, she wouldn’t even lift her eyes or move the muscles on her face. Now she was sending off a fighting stare.
My mind started shifting. My eyes were focusing on her ugly face. It made me miss a beat and finally I was out.
“Damn, I thought you would never give up,” Gail said, her arms collapsing and her side of the rope going limp.
A Gutter Girl named Brianna sucked her teeth before asking me, “What the fuck was you thinking? You were like a possessed witch inside the ropes.”
Everyone laughed. I didn’t get red about it. She was my girl. I knew she didn’t mean me no ill will. Besides, I had taught her toread and write. That’s how I hooked her for the Gutter Girls. She was steady drawing pictures and mailing them out. They weren’t even beautiful pictures, just some crayon-type shit. Siri said to me, “She can’t write.” Instead of embarrassing Brianna, I went by her bed and said, “Let’s put some words on your drawings, like a storybook. I have good handwriting. Tell me what you wanna say. I’ll write it down neatly.” We got tight like that.
“Get your hands
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