Black Love Aka She's a Ryder by Hood Chronicles & Worldhaven Agenda

Author:Hood Chronicles & Worldhaven Agenda [Chronicles, Hood & Agenda, Worldhaven]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Urban Life, Arts & Photography, Theater, Drama & Plays, Drama, Urban, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
ISBN: 0989278638
Amazon: B00DYATW02
Publisher: Worldhaven Agenda
Published: 2013-07-14T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Learning the Ropes

“Rise and shine,” the guard said, awakening Ahmad. “Your three weeks are up. It’s time to go back to the dorm.”

Ahmad quickly arose out of is sleeping state and grabbed the little belongings that he was able to keep in isolation. As he grabbed his calendar, a frown came across his lips.

“Hmm, it’s my anniversary,” he said, seeing to today made two years since he had gotten locked up.

To Ahmad’s surprise, he was escorted to an entirely new dorm. He didn’t expect this to occur, but he felt it was time for a transition.

“Cell two-nineteen,” the dormitory officer spoke, instructing him of his new living area.

Ahmad headed straight to his cell and dropped his property on the empty bunk cell. Once he had gotten everything settled, he broke out his playing cards and began to play Solitaire.

“Two-nineteen!” a voice yelled from outside the cell.

Instantly, Ahmad knew that his roommate be signing in and on his way up.

“What’s up, man?” a tall, slender male said as he entered the cell.

“Shit,” Ahmad replied. He paid close attention as the man retrieved a pack of tobacco from his pants pocket.

“Here you go,” he said, tossing Ahmad a stick. “My name’s Chance.”

“Ahmad,” he replied, catching the cigarette.

Once Chance fired his stick up, Ahmad knew that the scent from it was none other than weed smoke. Ahmad had missed that fragrance for almost a month, and anxiously fired his joint up.

As the two got high, they became better acquainted, laughing and telling jokes. Chance was a comedian. He stood at exactly six-three, but weighed in at a measly one eighty-five. He loved to get high, and Ahmad would soon learn that his days of soberness were over.

The two went out into the day room to watch television when Ahmad saw his prey. Victor was seated hugged up with a sissy in the corner of the dorm. An evil grin spread across Ahmad’s lips, as he could taste the sweet taste of revenge. He had no intentions of playing or making careless mistakes.

“I’ll be back,” Ahmad said, walking over to Victor. He was disgusted as he approached the two disgraces.

Victor kissed the punk right on the lips almost causing Ahmad to vomit. He had to pause as his high began to come down. The whole scene was very spoiling.

“Victor?” Ahmad finally spoke. “Excuse me.”

Victor turned to look up at Ahmad. He remembered how Glamorous depicted Ahmad’s fear and felt the least bit threatened.

“Uh-uhh, I just wanted to let you know that I ain’t got no bad feelings toward you. The past is the past,” Ahmad said in her best cowardice voice.

A grin came over Victor’s lips. “Cool, now let me handle my business.” He nodded toward the sissy.

“Oh, my bad,” Ahmad replied, hurrying away from the two. “Yeah, I got your number, bitch,” Ahmad whispered as he walked away.

“Punk bitch,” Victor said. His sissy laughed in response.

For the next couple of days, Ahmad sat in the dorm getting high and selling dope for his roommate while he worked.

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