A small dark figure that looked like it belonged to a eight year old ran through the parking lot on the South Side of Chicago one night. He walked over to a Mercedes car that was unlocked and pried open the door. (Probably belonged to a business man since it was unlocked in the GHETTO) When he sat inside the seat of the car he reached into his pocket taking out a small butter knife.

The boy was a African-American eight year old boy with light brown eyes, dark brown hair (slightly an afro not too big and not too small) that looked black, wore a red headband that was twisted on the side of head, a band-aid on the right side of his cheek, and he wore some baggy black pants that were nearly hanging off of him, a black jersey that had the words: Dirty South on it in red but underneath it he wore a navy blue undershirt. The boy cut a few wires before actually starting it up. “Yes!” he exclaimed, as he pressed his foot on the pedals and began to maneuver the car out the parking lot.

A Caucasian man stepped out a business building with his suitcase held tightly in his hand. He sighed, he had a long bad day on this business trip nobody would cooperate with his plans and suggestions for business. That’s when he noticed something, his Mercedes was gone and almost about to drive down the street.

“HEY THAT’S MY CAR!!!!!!!!!!!” he yelled, as he dropped his suitcase and tried to chase after the thief. Suddenly, police car sirens suddenly went off chasing after the thief. The ‘thief’ drove down the street trying to control the speed of the car until he noticed that the police were behind him. “Shit! Da cops!!” he thought, just when he was about to step on the peddle again the cops stopped him admittedly as at least four surrounded him.

“STEP OUT YOUR SURRONDED!” they said, as the sheriff stepped out his car and opened up the door. “Um…hi Sheriff!” the boy said. “Stop, it’s just a little kid,” the Sheriff groaned, in a miserable tone.

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The boy sat down in a chair with a pouty face and his legs crossed, the cops had forced it out of him to tell him his family’s phone number and he had to give in. Besides, he would have to face his punishment now or later. “Thank you officer, I’m not so SURE what my son was THINKING!” a woman’s voice said.

The boy flinched at the voice and plus soon he heard the door open. “There you are SON!!!” a woman in her thirties said. She was a African American woman with black hair that she pulled back into a ponytail, she looked slightly tired after all this was the middle of the night, dark brown eyes, and was wearing a tank-top like black shirt that said; ‘Old Skool’ along with some jeans on.

“H-hi momma!” the boy greeted, nervously waving at her until he was yanked up by the arm and taken out the room he was in. He knew this meant BIG TROUBLE automatically. “Thanks for taking in my son until I came to get him!” ‘Momma’ said, before they walked outside into the cold night air.

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“LEROY WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?!??!?!?!?!” asked Momma. The boy known as Leroy flinched and said, “I-I ain’t too sure.” “And what do you think your punishment should be?!” Momma yelled, making Leroy cringe more.

“…Maybe ya should ground me for a month or somethin’?” Leroy questioned. “No better! I’ll take those new bathin’ apes I bought you!!!” Momma exclaimed. “NO! NOT MAH BAPES!!!!!!!!!!” Leroy thought, in his mind.

“…I guess…” Leroy said, looking down at his dark blue, white, and red bapes. Momma raised an eyebrow before asking, “Leroy…you’re not fazed by that?” “Yes!” was the thought in Leroy’s mind.

“Nah, it don’t matter really it don’t,” Leroy lied. “Listen Leroy, I know it’s hard cause me and your dad broke up but…” Momma began. “Why couldn’t I live wit’ dad though?” Leroy thought.

His mom and dad had gotten a divorce recently, his mom kept Leroy for some strange reason while his dad took his sister Trina. (Who was older then him by three years) And ever since then, he and his mom had been living together in her mother’s house –Who had just recently got out of the asylum for threatening her husband with a butter knife- Leroy HATED it more then anything. He and his dad were close they did everything together even though they lived in the Chi.

“Because…” Momma began, trying to think of a good reason. “You don’t want me ta’ end up like dem’ niggas outside on the street?” asked Leroy. “Yep,” said Momma, continuing to drive.

“Well pops could take care of Trina and teach her how ta’ stay away from some niggas…” Leroy thought, until he suddenly blurted out loud, “What if I en’ up lik Omarion?!” Momma’s mouth dropped open at Leroy’s rude comment and was about to beat him for the comment until the car went haywire on the rode. “Ma! MA! It’s jus a joke!!” Leroy lied. Momma pried herself away from Leroy and tried to calm down and keep her eyes on the road.

“Damn, how dat woman think I got my firs’ band-aid?” Leroy thought, looking out the window.

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Leroy and Momma stood by the door outside their ‘home’ that Grandma and Gramps lived in. “Momma, why you forget the house keys?” asked Leroy, looking worried as he heard a gunshot in the distance a man screaming. (Kinda sounded like Michele Jackson) “Shit…” Momma muttered, looking through her purse.

“Listen Leroy, you know how Grandma gets when she mad,” Momma sighed. Grandma normally threatened Gramps if he said something stupid she always found the nearest SHARP weapon to harm him with Poor Gramps tended to run out the house or out the window to hide. “Damn I wished I lived wit’ Dad!” Leroy thought, as he heard more gunshots and more screams.

“MA!!! OPEN UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Momma yelled, banging on the door as loud as possible. “Open up da door ya damn fat cow!!” they heard Gramps say. “I’ll see you at four o’ clock tomorrow!” Grandma said, before the door opened.

“Leroy?! What da HELL you doin’ out there?!” asked Grandma. Grandma looked young for her age she had brown eyes and tended to dye her hair, she was also a mulatto with curly brownish golden hair. “He took a joy ride,” Momma explained.

“Kids d’ese days,” Gramps muttered, walking out the house. Gramps was a African American, he had a beard and a ‘afro’ similar to Leroy’s only it had a couple of gray hairs in there. “Get yo’ asses in here!” Grandma ordered, talking to Momma and Leroy.

“Boy! I don’t know what got into you!! I haven’t felt this shocked listen I caught that old geezer with two white woman in bed!” said Grandma. Leroy clinched and teeth getting a horrible mental image and shrugged. “Leroy need a friend Ma,” Momma began.

“What ‘bout that Riley boy who moved to Whitecrest?” asked Grandma. “Woodcrest,” Momma corrected, with a sigh. Grandma was a bit racist ever since her Caucasian father had left her and her three sisters with their African American sisters in her childhood. “Ain’t that the place where Trina and yo’ husband moved too?!” asked Grandma.

“Yes…” Momma groaned. “Maybe we should hand Leroy ta’ Whitecrest and bring back Trina,” Grandma said, walking away. “She’s a very freaky hag,” Leroy sung in his head.

“LEROY!” Momma snapped. “Yo?” asked Leroy, looking up at her. “GET YOUR ASS IN THAT ROOM BEFORE I MAKE A PROPER PUNISHMENT FOR YOU!!!!” Momma yelled.

”Yes ma’ma!” Leroy said, running off up the wooden stairs to go to his room. “What can I do with that boy?” Momma asked herself before walking away.

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Just my little treat for the Boondocks Selection, actually Boondocks stories are kind of fun to write (to me anyway) and plus Leroy’s family members are kinda based off my family. Such as Grandma, she’s based off of my Grandma since she’s a mulatto not racist though. Riley, Huey, and Granddad will be featured in the next chapter and also how Leroy got his band-aid. (FIGHT SCENE!!) R&R please, I’ll try and write the next chapter soon.