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Disclaimer: Any characters who are formatted after actual people, have all rights reserved to
them, and no offense is intended (mostly). The content of this story is realistic fiction, but
information has been changed where necessary.

Warning: This story may lead to domestic violence, rape, and other forms of possibly offensive
material in later content. Rating may remain 'R', or be changed to 'NC-17' later on.

Notes: Okay, now that I have the formalities out of the way, I just want to tha that the main story
is not true, and I don't actually know about what goes on in juvenile detention centers or jail for
that matter, but will attempt to keep it realistic. I hope you enjoy what I've written, and please
leave a review of your comments. *smiles*

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by Cookie

Part 1 - Snap

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"If there is one thing that people should really learn early on in life, it's that you can't trust
everyone. Naturally, people tend to react in different ways. But in general, when someone
develops a personality, they will begin to react to similar situations, in similar fashions.

None of that helps when people change. Because, inevitably, at some point they do.

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In her early youth, Melissa had been that kid in the back of the class who was kinda pudgy and
pretty damn shy most of the time. You know, one of the quiet ones. To those who were in the
same class, she was an easy target. And as if that weren't enough, the little bitch was one of
about five white people in the whole damn school, because she was in a black neighborhood
since she was a baby.

You damn well know little kids don't understand that kind of thing.

Now, this isn't about to be some sob story that ought to have a movie slot on Lifetime. In fact,
it's far from. I just think it's important for you to understand where she would be coming from.

So, for most of her early life, til she pretty much reached middle school, this pudgy, low self-
esteemed girl had put up with jokes and tricks, and all them shistey people who she was stuck
with the whole damn time. Aint that a bitch?

But you know, people who put up with that kind of shit and don't submit to it, tend to hold a
grudge. And you damn well know they'll remember what those people had done later on.

By the time Melissa had reached middle school, she had gained some confidence in herself. And
that was mostly because she wasn't stuck with those little limp dick's and hussies from before.
So she was doing just dandy, laughing and joking around with everyone else for once.

And I'd be damned if by the time puberty hit, which for most people is the most awkward time of
their lives, if she hadn't bloomed into a whole other person. The quiet, chubby, shy girl was in
the dust, and from her ashes had emerged a power house who was just as black as the next girl in
her neighborhood, and anyone who knew her would say the same.

The new Melissa was loud, proud, strong and fit. Her chubby ass had spirted to a stunning five
foot ten and there wasn't a trace of baby fat in her wake by the time she reached highschool. And
as a side note, she definitely learned to deal with all the new attention from guys. Because in the
shadow of her old self, she hadn't gotten so much as a smile her way, but she'd be damned if she
couldn't make grown men cry when she filled out. Plus, she had the attitude to match it.

Looking back from this point, that was some change, and almost no people had known it had
taken place. That's why you could see it would be awkward and shocking for Melissa's old
classmates to meet up with her again in highschool, expecting to deal with the little shy bitch like
they had before. Melissa could tell that even then, and wanted to laugh out loud right in their
faces.

Oh, she would.. but not for a hot minute, because she was better than that. And she damn well
wanted them to theitheirs, and get it right.

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The way her highschool stood in ranking wasn't like most others, which generally had clicks like
the jocks and the geeks. Nope, in this school a lot of people could mesh together and mix and
match and no-one really cared. So pretty much if you wanted to stand out, you had to damn well
do it your own self, and people would know because things still got around. And at that point, foost ost of the school, Melissa was a honor snt, nt, a damn good athlete, and of corse the tall ass
white chick that was probably more of a pervert then anyone else.

It was how it was.

But through all of the acceptance, there were those groups of people that hung out more, and
there were also those who were kind of pushed aside because they rubbed people the wrong way.
Don't get me wrong, Melissa had changed, and sometimes she felt compassion toward the
outcasts. But most of the time, if anyone approached them, they wouldn't do anything to help
themselves, and she flat out refused to pity that. Pity was not on her list of things to do.

But at the very top of the little groups that still formed, was one of the people she hated, yes hate
it a strong word but wasn't quite good enough here, so let's make that 'despise'. She despised the
girl in one of the so called popular groups. Not because she was 'popular', hell nah, it was just
that she was the queen bitch that shadowed her mees wes with some of the worst shit. People had
followed her like little monkeys, and apparently still did. And I say apparently, because Melissa
didn't give a flying rat's ass about Kisha any day since she had moved on. They hadn't crossed
paths before, and she really had no intension of acknowledging her dumb, skinny ass any time
soon.

That all would have been so poetic, if they hadn't been put in the same Baking class Sophomore
year. That's when things got real shaky. Because while Kisha was used to being all high and
mighty like a alpha female, Melissa had become one, and she had her allies where they were due
as well.

Just keep in mind for a moment, that while in her past, Melissa was picked on, barely anyone had
the audacity to really fuck with her any more unless they had a death wish. She hadn't been in
many fights since grade school when she'd get beat, and that was due to the fact that people
didn't want to loose to her. Guess Kisha hadn't gotten the memo.

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It was like any other day of school, and Melissa hated being there. Sure she was an honor student,
but even everyone in those classes seemed dumb as hell if you really got to talk to them. They
were her friends though, and it was unanimous that they would all rather chill in the basement of
one of their houses then have to sit there and think.

History class had come and gone, and the bell rung for forth period where the group would go
their own ways to elective courses. Melissa had Baking and did a mental 'wooo' sarcastically.
She actually did like to bake. It was just namely the people who wore her nerves out.

"Check you later Mel," Her friend Tovey called out as she left the classroom. Melissa just yelled
'peace' back at her before taking her damn time to gather her things up before leaving the
classroom.

Arriving to class just before the late bell sounded, like usual, she made her way to her seat all the
way across the room from Kisha as she did every other day. She didn't fear the bitch, she just
didn't even want to look at the hoe if she just HAD to be there. It was her way of dealing with all
that pent up hatred rather than just lashing out. After all, she had to keep hersin lin line if she was
going to get into the Honor Society.

Familiar mocking laughter wafted across the room as everyone socialized before class started,
and it made Melissa grind her teeth. But as long as the hussy stayed on her damn side of the
snake pit, she just plastered on a smile and chatted things up with a few other people around
where she sat.

Mrs.Danser urged the class to settle down and everyone at least partially gave her their attention.
She just smiled out at them with that fake smile that teachers seem to be bred with and cleared
her throat.

"Today class, I will be png yng ynto nto pairs to work on baked goods for this weeks bake sale.
And, I might add, if we raise over fifty dollars, then the board has agreed to match it, and we can
get a new range for the kitchen." Everyone just stared at her blankly or rolled their eyes as she
just kept smiling that unnatural smile. "Okay then. Bobby, you'll be with Trey..."

She rattlef naf names and everyone just listened to the list awaiting to hear their own, and
Melissa found the whole thing to be a load of crap. If she REALLY wanted to make the damn
money, then they should have been able to pick their own partners. It would account for less
blood on the knives. Other than that, Melissa really didn't care except for-

"..Kisha and Melissa.."

Fuck. Out of everyone in the whole damn class, Melissa just had to get stuck with the queen
bitch herself. Fun, fun. She let out a groan as she made her way to the kitchen area along with
everyone else, not even bothering to smile at her partner as they stood togther at their section of
counter where Mrs.Danser directed them.

"First try to agree on what you'll be making, then I'll come around with recipe cards for you to
copy the directions out onto. Okay?.. Begin."

Even despite the way she felt toward Kisha, Melissa was still a good student, and she knew how
badly they needed that range. So she sucked up her hate, and turned to her partner. "Any ideas?"

Kisha just let gave her one of those I-really-don't-care looks. "No. You just pick, I'll do
whatever."

In other words, 'I don't feel like doing any work, so I'll just let you do it all for me.' But that was
just fine with Melissa. She did a lot of desserts at home and would be able to do a lot better job
as long as the bitch kept out of her way. In fact, one of Melissa's best things was pie. She could
back the shit out of her kitchen and have people on the ground begging for a piece of her pecan
pie the way she tore it up. So that's exactly what she'd do since everyone else would be off in
cupcakes and brownies.

Not botherto lto look in the recipe book, Melissa scribbled down the recipe she knew by then on
the card Mrs.Danser had dropped off and tossed it aside on the counter before going over to some
of her friends in the class who got paired up without so much as a 'I'm done' Kisha's way.

After that, the class went smoothly, and Melissa was almost out of her bad mood from being
stuck with Miss.Monkey-Hoe. Except that when the bell rang, and Melissa was outta that class to
get to her locker, she heard that damn mocking laugh and the words "..who the hell would buy
pie?"

Okay, that did it. She had put up with that hussy's bullshit before, but the little hoe hadn't even
come up with an idea for the damn bake sale, and she thought she could complain? Hell no!

Melissa stopped in her tracks and turned around to smile at Kisha. "I'm sorry, did you have a
problem with something?"

Her monkey's let out a laugh along with her as they slowed to a stop a little back from her, Kisha
letting out a stream of words that Melissa could only describe as cheap..just like her weave.
"Well, I was just saying that noone in this school is going to eat your pie. I mean, come on now."

Being the pervert that she was, Melissa didn't miss a beat, and either way she took that comment
it was still a mess. So she just smiled maliciously and called back at her as she turned and left.
"Well at least I don't just give my pie away to anyone with a tongue."

Of corse Kisha was a little slow on that, so she and a few of the others let out that damn
annoying-as-shit laugh while one of thes whs who had been passing nearly broke down in
laughter. "Oooh, she played you." Then a moment later when Melissa was nearly at the end of
the long hall she heard the sound of recognition and a stream of curses as she tried to play it off.
The bitch really was dense.

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A few more days went by, and apparently Kisha had to be out of her damn mind with all the shit
she was apparently talking about Melissa, because about fifty people had filled her in on the crap
they heard themselves or through others, and not all the stories were the same. She was really
asking for it, so by the time lunch rolled around the forth day, allse pse people who had come up
to her and offered to fight or at least help, she just said if anything happened, to hold the
monkey's back..jokingly of corse.

That was the one thine coe couldn't stand the most about the queen bitch, she always was lugging
cargo as if she couldn't take care of herself. If anyone really thought about it, it would be
insulting to herself. So, the way Melissa figured, s Hus Hussy Hoe wanted to talk shit for herself,
she could fight for herself too. And Melissa knew she could handle her own damn self if it came
to that.

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It was the fifth day, Friday, and everyone in the Baking class had what they needed to cook their
shit up for the bake sale that was at the end of the day, and had two whole periods to do it. Just as
Melissa had suspected, Kisha was off to the side filing her fake ass nails or whatever and
pretending like she didn't do anything that week while she herself made the crust and filling for
her jump-up-and-smack-me pecan pie.

Everything was all good for a while, but then apparently Mrs.Danser had been making the rounds
to see the students work, and Kisha with her dumb-ass self tried to jump in the action and look
like she was doing something. Wouldn't you know that hoe's nail popped right off as she shoved
Melissa out of the way, and it went smack dab into Melissa's masterpiece. Then the bitch tried to
pluck it out the syrup real quick like as if it hadn't happened, her crusty fingers all up in the pie.
That was what Melissa called unsanitary and regretfully dumped the thing and didn't have
enough of the ingredients to start all over.

Fabulous. Another mark down for Monkey Butt. And as if it weren't enough, Mrs.Danser just
had to pick that day to unsympathetic, and gave them low marks on their work. And since Kisha
was just the 'perfect' studehe whe was, she had the audacity to get upset at Melissa for the failing
grade. Melissa supposed that made sense, sine she usually failed herself and probably counted on
a good mark for once, but Melissa brushed if off with her grades. It was all so ironic.

So now Kisha was in a tissy, and Melissa couldn't be happier, except that her make-your-
momma-scream pie had gone down the gutter. At least this way she might have the right moment
to beat her ass down like she wanted to for so long, and that would make up for the pie at least.
Making up for the earlier years would be what people would say after it was all said and done.
Hell, as long as Kisha took the first punch, she was gonna be yippy skippy.

"Look at what you did, you little bitch. You failed us!" Kisha pointed her crooked finger in
Melissa's face with her nail pressed back on, and Melissa just stared her down.

"Me? You were the one who had your crusty-ass fingers all up in my pie." Melissa knew under
other circumstances, that would sound wrong, but just went with it since Kisha was slow.

"Well, maybe you shouldn't have been in my way, and my nail wouldn't have snapped off."

"Me? In your way? Look Hoe, I think you've taken a few too many happy pills, cus you are damn
well mistaken here. You weren't do'n jack, and then shoved my ass out the way try'n to be up in
my shit when Mrs.Danser walked by."

"Please, noone wanted your jacked up pie anyway."

The bell rang and Melissa rolled her eyes, got her things, and left the classroom. And that was
when she heard the remarks for herself. "Ha, the pie was so crusty I, went to take it from her to
make things right, and she got all up in my face about it. Mrs.Danser gave us a F, I bet that bitch
aint feel so smart now. No wonder she don't have a man, she probably can't even-"

Melissa didn't want to hear any more of that bullshit and had turned around and was all up in
Kisha's face before she realized, and Kisha let out that laugh along with the monkeys.
Amazingly, Tovey had been walking by to come get her, and saw what was going on and called
in some people to break that shit up, because she damn well didn't think Melissa had been
serious. Then again, Melissa had never talked about her past like that.

So there she was, and soon everyone seemed to be held back except her and Kisha in the hall,
and so many people had already showed up to see what was going on, security couldn't get
through. A few people had tried to get in between Melissa and Kisha, but pretty much everyone
wanted to see what was going to happen, mostoniconically, voting for Kisha because 'she was like
that'.

Kisha said some bullshit, like she was weak and couldn't even land a hit, but Melissa wasn't
really hearing it. She was hyped up now, and the energy was so intoxicating she couldn't wait to
hear the bitch scream. But real calm like, because she was feeling serious, Melissa spoke while
everyone was dead quiet.

"I have two rules that I never break. One, is to always have the upper hand, and the second is to
r thr the first punch before a fight. So by all means, humor me Kisha and go along with it."

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"A fractured jaw, three broken ribs, and multiple scratches to the face and neck inflicted upon a
Miss.Kishanda Jackson. You have not denied any of the claims and admitted to the inflictions of
such injuries. This is correct?"

Melissa's face was void of emotion as she stood in the court room. She would have gotten off
with self defense til about half way through the fight when she was just in it for the fun, her
vision bleeding with hate and malice. So it was now several days after the fight, and she was in
court to figure out what her sentence would be. "That is correct your honor."

"Any last words?"

Melissa just smiled sweetly up at the judge and shook her head. "No, nothing else."

"Then Melissa Rose Davison, you are hear by sentenced to eighteen months of juvenile detention
for brutality of a peer on school grounds." She bangee gae gavel and removed her glasses. "You
can clear out your locker, escorted by a security official, than proceed to Farmont's Juvenile
Correction Facility. Case closed.""

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Sugar looked up at the group of girls who by that point were all mesmerized by her story. It had
been only six months since most of the N.S.Farmont Bitch Banga girls had been released at least
on parole, and she was the one who remained, the original at that.

All she knew was Tricka was coming back to visit, and weather the girls took it as a warning or a
recap, it was up to them. Either way, she was preaching Tricka's story before the whole group,
because even in the short time she'd been there, Tricka had become a legend in the Correction
Center. Even she was going to be getting soonsoon, so then seemed as good a time as any to tell it,
and pass it on.

"Let's stop there. It's gonna be supper soon, and the rice pudding is fresh. And yall know I love
me some rice pudding."

There were groans of protest, but Sugar didn't pay it any mind. They didn't know haw much
there really was to tell. She'd only just capped the beginning.

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Okay, that was Part 1 - Snap, and I hope I didn't confuse anyone. Basically, the story is going to
be about Melissa (aka Tricka later on), and Sugar is telling her story from the beginning to a
group of girls at the Correction Facility where Melissa was sentence. So, it might seem weird
now, but it should get better. Please leave a review to tell me what you think!

- - = Cookie = - -