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So you got it. The first chapter of my Mitchell fanfic. The Ghetto.

"Fuck you, asshole!" The girl walked out of the room, swearing under her breath.

"Fuck me? No, fuck you bitch!" Mitchell Davis followed out from behind. "Maybe if you stopped banging everyone in the fucking area, you wouldn't be such a bitch!"

"Like who, asshole?!" The girl turned around, a scowl on her face.

"Shit, I don't know! Ty, Mike, A.K.A everyone in the FUCKING neighbourhood!" Mitchell then shoved the woman out of the way, and opened the door.

"Leave, bitch!"

The woman slapped Mitchell. "Fine! I don't want to talk to yo' bitch ass anyway!"

"Gah! Fuck you, bitch!" The woman flipped off Mitchell as she walked out of the house, disappearing into the distance.

"Jesus. Man, no wonder I wanna get out of the hood so badly." The door was slammed shut. Sighing, he fished into his pocket for his phone. Opening his contacts, he found the one he was looking for.

"Yo, Mitch, what's up?" The loud voice shouted into the speaker.

Mitchell cringed at the loudness of his friend's voice. "Shit's been really stressful, dog. Amanda's being a real bitch."

"Man, Amanda ain't a bitch! She got a fine ass, and some fine tits." Ty said with a mixture of excitement and dissapointment.

"Yeah, cause she fucked you and all the other horny dudes too?" Mitchell chuckled.

"Aw, homie, don't be like that. You gotta be positive! Postivity is what it's all about, homie!" He had always tried to get Mitchell more involved with the hood life, to no avail.

"Positivity? Seriousl-" Mitchell was of course, rudely cut off.

"Hey, hey, hold on a minute. Tell you what, you and me, we gonna have a night out on the town. All to ourselves and the other homies."

"Yeah, I'm down. Where we headed to?" Mitchell was already sweating by this point. For whatever reason, his air conditioner seemed to hold a grudge against him.

"To the local convinence store."

"Wait, what? Weren't we all banned from ther-"

"See you later, homie!" The call ended as quickly as it began. "Jesus. I hang out with the stupidest people." Mitchell muttered. Sighing, he got his sneakers on, and headed out the door.

It was a hot, sunny Compton day.

And it reminded him of something.

But he couldn't find out what he was reminded of.

He remembered something, though.

Gunshots.

Bodies.

Screaming.

It was somewhat familar to him.

Now he didn't want to be reminded anymore.

Conclusion of Chapter 1 (This is a edited version. Hope you enjoyed.) 