Author's Note

The numbers found within the text are references to street-slang vocabulary I wouldn't expect most to understand. The glossary is always within the Author's Notes.

Okay, so I know this chapter is shorter than what I usually do, but keep in mind that since this story is meant to be a bit more realistic in its action and every-day events, chapters will falter from my usual 10,000+ word quota. I'd like it to be noted, however, that this chapter was extra-short, mainly because it was meant to simply provide a background and conflict to later be explained. Also, because I have to get used to writing like this, it's actually harder than you think to type like this instead of the way that I normally do.

Anyways, this is my new story based on more realistic events, and based on some (SOME!) of my personal experiences, and some of them exaggerated a bit.

There are more updates to come today, so stay tuned if you are a fan of any of my other stories c:

Hope you Enjoy. Mega T22 out; don't forget to R&R! ^-^

Glossary:
1: "What's good" = a greeting like any other, such as "what's up" or "Heya".
2: "Tal'm" = Talking
3a: "Rockin you/Rockin your shit", etc. = punching somebody in the face, most likely the jaw.
3b: "Cracked" = saying that your jaw will get cracked in a fight when they land the punch.
0: "Tap your jaw" = basically getting punched in the face.
4: "op" = someone against the gang, squad, or clique: in most cases, snitches, two-faced people, or dirty-playing/disloyal people.
5: "son" = common saying, like "dude" or "man".
6: "Wet up" = when you get shot/stabbed up and your clothes are "Wet up" with blood.
7: "Dip, Book, Haul ass" = run very, very fast.
~If there's anything left out or not understood, just let me know, and I shall address it.

The Lotus Blooms; Still Need A Reminder?

BDUs

Rainbow-Dash sat in the back of the classroom bobbing her head to the music. The teacher was out of class today, and subsequently, they had a lenient substitute that let them just hang out. Rainbow-Dash was dressed in a tight, jet-black sports bra that extended over to just a few inches over her belly button, showing her off her toned cyan-body. Over the sports bra was a faded cyan jeans jacket that was shoulder-less, showing off her toned arms. She wore baggy sweatpants that were a dull cyan-like color. Three chains hung from her neck: two were simple gold chains, and the other was a silver chain with a large bullet attached as the emblem, hanging at the bottom, just between her b-cup breasts.

“Yo, Dashie! Whatcha’ listening to?” Pinkie Pie asked. She was dressed in simple sweatpants and a subtle crop top that showed off her belly.
RD smiled at the only person she could call “friend”. She plugged out one earphone, and held her hand out. Her and Pinkie-Pie did a quick handshake, making a satisfying clap sound.

“You know, regular shit. Trap and rap. Dubstep ain’t really my thing like you, hehe.” RD said in a chill tone, leaning back in her chair.
“Yeah, I respect it. So, what’s good (1) with uh… y’know… Life and stuff?” Pinkie-Pie asked.

RD pulled her hands behind her back, as her grin disappeared. “You really asking me that? You know for a fact that there ain’t shit to say about my life… My whole life is fuckery, man.” RD said in a solemn-manner.

Pinkie Pie frowned. “Look, don’t say that, Dashie! I, care for you!” Pinkie Pie said, hugging Rainbow-Dash, who quickly became annoyed at her displays of affection.

RD, although being friends with the pink girl since before ‘the tragedy’ occurred, never knew how to handle affection. It wasn’t something she usually received, and as such, it felt as hostile to her as the rest of the cold world.

A boy with a vibrant orange durag tied around his neck walked to the back of class and slapped Pinkie Pie’s rump. Pinkie Pie hopped up off of Rainbow-Dash in a yelp.

“What the hell!? Watch those damn hands yo!” Pinkie Pie said, her voice reaching a high note.

“Aye, baby-girl. You tryna let me holla, or nah? Shit, you sexy!” the boy said, licking his lips and sending her a lewd wink.

RD’s frown grew. She stood up and pushed the boy back.

“Ayo, dawg, check this out: I’m gon’ need you to fuck off, alright? Just fuck off in that direction right there homie, catch me?” Rainbow-Dash said in a hostile tone, pointing off to the front of the class.

The boy absolutely ignored her. “Why are you rolling with this dirty bitch, cutie? Shiiit, you too sexy to be rollin’ with her. You know they tal’m (2) bout how she homeless ‘n shit right? Word is, she ain’t got no parents either. You don’t wanna be rollin’ with her, do you?” the boy said, arrogantly, pointing at RD the whole time. RD started to grit her teeth.

“Yo, watch your mouth man, I don’t care what people say, this right here is my girl, and ain’t nothing y’all say gonna change that.” Pinkie Pie said, crossing her arms and pouting.

“Ayo, my boy, listen up. Before you get fucked up, I suggest you get the fuck on, alright? Cause I’m about ‘this’ close to rockin’ ya shit, real talk, ya shit will get cracked.” (3) Rainbow-Dash said, her anger obvious.

The boy waved his orange durag in RD’s face, with a smug smirk. “I bet yo’ dumb ass don’t even know who the fuck I am.” The boy said, getting up in her face.

“Nope, all I see is a dumb ass kid about to get fucked up. So get the fuck out my face, before I tap ya jaw (0), bitch.” RD said with great hostility. The boy grinned, taking pleasure in her annoyance.

He poked her in the nose. “Fuck you gonna do about it, homeless, ratchet bitch?” he asked.

RD, in a rush of rage, grabbed his finger, and bent!

*Crack!*

RD quickly bent the boys finger in an irregular direction.

“Agh, what the fuck!” the boy yelled, stumbling back, as attention gathered to them. He turned back at RD, and back-handed her, sending RD back into her chair.

RD felt her cheek, which was now bruised, and she felt her blood leak a bit from the impact.

Without a word, RD got up and gave him a quick, but powerful, right-hook to the jaw, disorienting him. RD then sent a devastating uppercut into his chin. While he was on the floor, RD mounted him and punched him square in the nose, as it leaked and bent in an irregular manner.

Pinkie Pie dragged RD off before she could do any more damage.

“Chill out Dashie, he’s done!” Pinkie Pie said, overtaken by the quick turn of events.

“DAMN, that @!$%& got ROCKED!” somebody in the front of class hollered, looking into the back of the classroom.

“Hold up, ain’t that homeboy from Death-Lotus? Oh, she done fucked up.” Another boy spoke, backing away from them cautiously.

The boy got up and held his orange flag/durag, glaring holes into RD as he held his nose in pain, blood leaking from it.

“You fuckin gorilla bitch! Do you know who the FUCK I am?!” he yelled adamantly.

“You just a beat, shit-talkin bitch-ass fuckboy who ain’t got shit to back-up all his talk now. That’s what you are.” RD said, rubbing her nose, as she picked up her bag. She knew authority would show up soon, and she didn’t feel like explaining herself, so she planned to ditch.

“Bitch, I will have you killed!” the boy yelled out, digging into his pants. He pulled out a handgun and aimed it right at Rainbow-Dash.

“Really bro? A gun? Fuck you gonna do, shoot me for kickin’ ya sorry ass? You’re a fuckin pussy.” RD said, with no regard for her life.

“Bitch, you about to die. Say your last words before I splatter your fuckin brains on the wall, ignorant hoe!” the boy yelled, still holding his broken nose with one hand, fuming with anger.

The door slammed open and everybody went silent as a girl walked down the small corridor of the classroom.

“The hell is going on in here? What’s all that racket?” she asked. She then spotted RD and the boy she had conflict with.

“Oh shit, it’s…!” one of the boys started, but was quickly silenced by the glare the girl sent his way.

In an instant, a lavender-colored girl walked up to him and lowered his handgun. Her face was entirely covered by an orange durag, but a series of stars was tatted onto her arm.

“Put down the gun, you fuckin idiot. Only 10 days into school and Death-Lotus may already be charged with a murder. Goddamn imbecile.” The girl spoke behind the durag.

“Do you see what this hoe did to me? You can’t be fuckin serious, dawg.” The boy said, speaking with great discontentment.

Rainbow-Dash and Pinkie Pie eyed each other.

“Hold up, purple-girl, under the mask, did you say Death-Lotus?” RD asked.

“Yeah, what of it?” she replied. Immediately, Dashie got up, grabbed both her wrists, and slammed her into the wall.

“You better speak the fuck up! What the fuck is the DL doing in this school?” RD asked intently.

“I just saved your fuckin’ life, so you better have some goddamn respect before you come approach me like that!” the lavender-colored girl spoke, tossing RD off of her.

Pinkie Pie grabbed RD and held her back from assaulting the two.

“I should’ve known from that ugly ass orange color y’all fuckin’ crooks was wearing! Y’all are all fuckin’ pussies, eat shit and die!” RD spoke with great hatred, as Pinkie Pie struggled to hold her back.

“Yo, who is this bitch? She talkin’ like she knows us.” The boy said.

“You goddamn right I know y’all! Fuckin murders! Fuckin slandering ass motherfuckers! FUCKING CROOKS! THAT’S ALL Y’ALL ARE!” RD yelled with great resentment. She broke out of Pinkie Pie’s grip and ran at the two.

She threw a punch, but the girl grabbed it, as a magical aura enveloped RD’s arm, holding her in place.

“A fuckin’ arcane human. Should’ve fuckin know. Fight me you pussies!” RD yelled, struggling against the magic.

The girl walked up and eyed RD up and down. She put her hand under her chin and looked into RD’s angry eyes.

RD spat at the lavender-colored girl, the glob of spit landing right on her durag. “Get the fuck out my face, you crook-bitch.” RD hissed harshly and furiously.

“Yo, we can’t have her talkin’ reckless to us like that homie.” The boy said, as the girl backed off.

“… Do what you want with her, she seems a bit too wild for my taste.” The lavender colored girl said, walking off. She gave one last look at RD.
“You’re gonna regret acting up when my boys catch you lackin’.” Is all she said before walking out.

The boy put his gun away and sighed. The students started to return to normal; it was as if this kind of crazy conflict happened regularly. The substitute teacher breathed out a very relieved sigh and immediately pulled out his cellular device.

“Ayo, teach.” The boy called out, spotting the phone.

“Do me a favor and keep this on the down-low, huh? Unless you want some drill time when you’re alone on your way home.” The boy threatened. Nervously, the substitute teacher put the phone away and resumed his work.

The boy leaned back and smirked at RD. He flashed his gun.

“Don’t get caught lackin on the streets, missy.” He said with a grin.

“If you lackin’, you dead; face-shot’ll push those eyeballs to the back ‘ah ya head.” The boy recited with a smug smirk.

“You think you scare me, pussy? Good luck shooting that with a broken finger, dumbass.” RD hissed. Pinkie Pie grabbed RD from behind and covered her mouth, preventing her from saying anymore.

“What’s a bitch-ass fuck-boy like you to me, can you please remind me?” RD said, cocky as ever as she leaned back in her chair.

The boy frowned. “You know what, I’m done talking to you, you homeless bitch. Boutta catch an op (4) on the streets today.” He said to himself, turning around.

Pinkie Pie released her grip and pulled RD to the back of the room.

“Rainbow-Dash, are you outta your fuckin’ mind?!” Pinkie harshly whispered, so that others couldn’t hear them. RD winced a little bit, as it was rare for Pinkie to even use mild curses.

“What? You know what they did to me Pinkie, you fuckin’ know! The whole reason I live on these streets is cause of them! The whole reason I never grew up with my parents is because of them! The whole reason I’m so alone in this cold world is because of those fuckers! And I’m outta my fuckin’ mind for retaliating? Man, shut the fuck up.” RD said in an exasperated and hostile tone.

“Dashie, you think all that shit is gonna come back by taking out your anger? I’m sorry honey, but I love you, so let me drop some truth on you:
You have no gang. You have no recognition. Nobody knows you, except for that you’re homeless and parentless, nobody likes you, and nobody even bothers to look your way. You have no street cred, no manpower; You. Have. Nothing. What the fuck you gonna do? Single-handedly thug your way through the hardest gang in the ‘hood? Please tell me, Dashie, cause I’m real fuckin’ curious!” Pinkie Pie said. RD stayed quiet, her brows furrowed as she glared at the floor.

“O-oh, I’m sorry. Look, I ain’t mean to hurt you or nothin’, but I’m just worried about you son (5). I don’t wanna see my Dashie go out there and get clocked in the head. I don’t wanna see you go out there and get wet up (6) for fuckin’ with the wrong people. Look dawg,-” Pinkie Pie spoke, but was interrupted as RD looked up at her with a huge grin.

“What the hell is up with you?” Pinkie Pie asked.

“You’re right… I don’t have any that. That’s why I’m boutta claw my way to the top. Fuck the DL, fuck what they did to me, fuck them, fuck them to hell, goddammit! I’m gonna personally see every leader of the gang cold and dead with their head on the platter.” RD said, with a grin.
“Thanks for the plan, Pinks. Oh, and one more thing?” RD said, gesturing her closer with her finger.

Pinkie Pie leaned in. Suddenly, RD pecked Pinkie’s lips quickly. “Thanks for being real with me, cause nobody else will. I appreciate shit like that.” RD said. Pinkie Pie pulled back with a slight blush. RD still didn’t understand appropriate times for a kiss, it seemed, as she frantically looked around to see if anyone noticed.

*Diiiiing!*

The school-bell rung; that was the last class of the day. RD stretched and gathered her things.

“Can you believe that shit dawg? I have a fight, and the principal is up my ass; this fuckin kid pulls a gun out on me, security doesn’t even show up!” RD said to Pinkie, gathering her things.

A boy stopped by RD. “Didn’t you know? Death-Lotus gang are big-timers now: they have like government help and shit, so authority here is really with them, not with the principals.” The boy said.

“What? Oh, I can’t believe this shit…!” RD said, punching the wall angrily. It cracked slightly. The boy ran off before he could get caught up in her anger.

“That’s scary… If they’re really working with the government, then we could be a bit screwed.” Pinkie Pie said. “And what about what he said; what if that chump catches us out there.” Pinkie Pie asked.

“I hope that pussy runs up on me. I’ll crack his fuckin’ jaw.” RD said, gathering her things and walking out.

Pinkie Pie followed, as they both exited the school, going out onto the street.

“How’re you gonna start getting your street cred up homie?” Pinkie-Pie asked.

“I heard that besides the DL, there’s two smaller conflicting gangs; Pirus and Crips. I’ll start by knocking them down, and work my way up.” RD said. Pinkie Pie nodded.

RD put a pair of headphones in her ear. “What’re you gonna name your gang?” Pinkie Pie asked, surprisingly cool with the idea.

She walked down bumping to her music for a few seconds before answering.

“The Rainbooms; color? Cyan. Real soon, the DL is gon’ have some competition. We’re gonna run this shit, and drive the DL’s skulls to the motherfuckin’ ground.” RD said with a smile.

Pinkie Pie nodded.

[Several Minutes Later…]

Pinkie Pie and Rainbow-Dash walked in silence, enjoying each other’s company in silence. Suddenly they heard car tires grind against the asphalt around the corner.

*Skrrrt!*

They looked behind them and saw an orange-painted car pull up.

“Oh no, that’s the DL Dash! Oooohhhhh, SHIT! Dashie, I think now is a good time to dip, book, and haul ass! (7)” Pinkie Pie said, worried.

RD grinned. “Fuck that, I ain’t no pussy. ‘Lil bitch was talkin’ shit earlier.” RD said, as 5 people hopped out the car. One extra person got out from the driver’s seat; it was the boy, armed with a metal bat. The rest were armed with brass-knuckles. They all wore orange durags, covering their faces.

RD’s smile faltered just a bit. They were armed; she wasn’t really expecting things to get so real so quick.

The boys walked up to RD and Pinkie Pie.

“Pinks, go home.” RD said quietly.

“What? N-no!” Pinkie Pie said.

“You better listen to her, shawty. ‘Less you wanna get these works too.” One boy said.

“D-Dashie… You sure my dude?” Pinkie Pie asked. RD nodded, donning a hard-stare at the boys as they circled her. Pinkie Pie backed away, and then jogged off around the corner.

“Down to business, huh?” RD said, turning the cap on her head.

“What’s good with that shit that popped off in class earlier, huh?” the same boy asked, swinging his metal bat around.

“I’m sorry, what was that bitch?” RD asked, holding her hand to ear, taunting him.

“Bitch, my name is C-Dog! You gon’ learn today!” he said, running at her and swinging the metal bat. RD caught it just barely with the palms of her hands. She grinned behind the bat.

“Allow me to reiterate for yo’ ass real quick: what’s a bitch like you to a boss-ass motherfucker like me, can you please remind me?” RD asked with a cocky grin.

“Ayo! Catch my back here homies!” C-Dog said, as they all rushed at RD as well. RD pushed C-Dog back, ducking under a punch. She uppercut one of the boys, but was quickly punched in the face by one of the brass knuckles.

RD stumbled back, stunned. Blood dripped from her lip, and her cheek bruised. “Those shits ain’t a fuckin’ joke!” RD thought seriously.

Another boy ran at her. She grabbed his arm and twisted it, cracking his arm, making an uncomfortable sound of bones cracking.

“Come on y’all! It’s one girl!” C-Dog yelled, running at her.

C-Dog swung, but RD ducked. However, another boy came up and cracked her in the jaw with his knuckles. While stunned, C-Dog swung the bat to her side, knocking her down onto the ground. RD coughed, being extremely hurt by the use of the metal weaponry.

“Y’all are fuckin’ pussies… Six of you for one girl, and you had to bring weapons? Fuckin pussies to the max.” RD coughed. C-Dog kicked her on the ground violently, making her cough up some blood.

“Watch your mouth bitch, this is the DL you talkin’ to. We’ll make you disappear of the face of this earth.” C-Dog said.

“Now get up and fight, you fuckin’ bitch.” C-Dog said. Two boys walked over and lifted her up. RD stumbled a bit, now weak.

RD’s lips were shiny red with blood, and her face was bruised. She was sure that her rib was fractured from that swing to the side by the metallic bat. She hated to admit it, but she was beaten: it was six on one, after all.

“Fuck you.” RD muttered. C-Dog immediately swung the bat at RD’s chest, knocking her back down on the ground. He dropped the bat, and picked her up again.

“Fuck you said, dawg?” he asked.

“Phuck. You.” Rainbow-Dash spat, spitting blood onto him. He bashed her head into the concrete, then kicked her side, hurting her rib more.

He then lifted her up again. RD stood, stumbling and tired. She swung, but missed. C-Dog cracked her in the jaw with his fist, sending her back into the wall, as she slid down onto her butt.

“What’s a bitch boy like me to you; can’t be serious right?” he asked with a serious face.

“What’s a bitch boy like me to you; still need a reminder?” he asked with a cocky grin.

RD gritted her teeth in anger, but decided it’d be best to not further provoke him. She was already aching in pain from the metallic hits and felt like she would pass out.

He and his boys laughed, giving each other handshakes and fist-bumps. The one who had his arm twisted by RD spat on her before he left.
And just like that, the car screeched off.

All of them were gone now. RD wanted to get up and leave this place of shame and defeat, but she was too weak. As she fell into a beaten-slumber on the street-side,

She had no home anyway… That old trailer was just as good as here… She figured she would rest here, for now.

As she fell off into her rest, RD made a silent vow. “I will grow the Rainbooms. I will fucking kill that bastard, and I’ll make the DL pay so very dearly for what they did to me. They’re all gonna regret this shit.” She thought, falling off into her rest finally.

A figure on the corner watched her intently, deciding when it was best to approach…