Sonchi's Deal

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
Sonchi is just a normal boy attending school in Chicago. But after the death, if his mother and the arrest if his father things go downhill. Sonchi involves himself in a drug deal and things don't go well for him.

Submitted: December 04, 2018

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Submitted: December 04, 2018



“Sonchi, hurry up you’re going to be late!" my mom yelled.

“I'm coming, give me one second!" I replied, dashing downstairs, skipping steps, and finally making it to my living room.

“There’s my birthday boy!" my mom said. “What do you want to eat?”

“Don’t care, maybe just some toast.”

“You got it.”

I quickly shoved my toast and orange juice down my throat into my belly and went outside. It was a very sunny day with some clouds coming in and wind forming, blowing thick and orange tree leaves all over town. This was unlike Chicago; usually, it would be cold, and the sun would already be hidden behind the clouds. As I stood confused about the weather, a dirty, busted-up yellow bus turned a corner, coming onto my street and parking right outside of my driveway.

“See you soon!" I told my mom.

“Have a nice day!" she replied.

I attend Rockford High School, and I’m currently a 16-year-old and a 10th grader. School flows regularly at Rockford High; we have a 1st period, 2nd period, 3rd period, Lunch, and P.E. However, after school things get really rough, gang members come out of hiding, police forces set up defensive stations outside of every popular gang hideout, and us civilians run for our lives.

This was our typical day at school.

This was Chicago.


“I’m back, Mom!" I said entering my house and hanging up my leather coat.

“Mom?" I said.

“Mom," there was no reply.

She must have been sleeping, but to double check, I went upstairs into my mom’s room and looked at her bed. She wasn’t there; now I started worrying. Now I checked every single room in the house and still didn’t find her. My mom usually goes to the store while I'm at school, so she’s probably just running late. I picked up a house phone and dialed 832-469-2505, no answer. Panicking, I quickly grabbed my coat and trotted down to our local supermarket just down the road. On my way there, I saw something unbelievable; two cars were flipped over with one on fire. The car that wasn’t on fire was surrounded by policemen, and the one that was on fire was surrounded by paramedics, but that wasn’t just any car. It was my mom’s.


I dashed to the cars, jumping over the crime scene tape and running over the police gates. Under the car on fire, was a woman with long blonde hair and skin just turning pale.

“Mom!" I screamed.

“Sir, you need to step back right now," a police officer said.

“That’s my mom!" I screamed again, thinking it would change the fact she was dead.

“I understand.”

“With all due respect, sir, I want to see my mother,”

“Let him see," the police officer told another officer with a name tag that said, Mark.

“Are you sure?” Mark asked.

“Follow your orders,”


Mark let me through, and once he did, I bolted to the car that just got its fire put out. I saw my mom with a bloody nose and a large deep cut on her head going from her right eye down to her chin. The rest of her body was trapped under the car, so I couldn’t see much of it.  As I stood up, I looked at the other car and had seen nobody; it must’ve been a hit and run. For some reason, I wasn’t feeling any emotions. Not sad, not mad, and surely not happy. I guess it was because I wasn’t new to this situation. My dad had been put in a scenario that was similar to this. Eventually, I figured it was time to go home and make an important call.

Once I got home, I picked up the house phone once again and decided it was time to call my dad. My dad went to prison when I was 6 because he had been accused of murder and dealing illegal contraband such as guns, witness protection lists, and social security numbers. The phone had rung now for 50 seconds and I was about to hang up, but right before I put the phone down, I heard a voice.

“Hello?” my dad said.

“Hi...Dad,” I replied.


“Yeah, it’s me,”

“What's going on?”

“Dad... Mom is dead,”

An awkward pause lasted for about 30 seconds. Finally, my dad said, “Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m holding up,”

“That’s good," my dad replied with a really shaky voice.

“Dad, you need to come home,”

“You know I can’t do that, Sonchi”

“I know, but you need to try,”

“I’ll do my best,”

“Thank you,”

“I have to go now, Sonchi, take care of yourself,”


Without even saying goodbye, my dad hung up. I can understand he is probably very busy in prison. Before I even sat down, the phone rung again. I picked it up without hesitation and said, “Dad?”

“This isn’t your dad,” Jose said.

“Jose, how did you get this number?”

Jose is one of my best friends from kindergarten up until now. He still is my friend it’s just that we don’t talk as much because we have no classes together. Jose is one of the smartest kids in my grade. He has the highest GPA and he has had multiple chances to skip grades, but he decided to stay just for me. That’s why I will never let him down.

“I have no time to explain. Meet me at my house in 30 minutes.”


“I’ll tell you when you get here, but right now you just need to hurry”

“Alright, I’m on my way”

I hung up the phone, and without a second thought on if I should go or not I grabbed my coat and rushed outside without even closing the front door. I hopped on my bike and pedaled as fast as I could to Jose’s house. After about 15 minutes, I made it to Jose’s house and parked right outside. Jose’s house was the biggest house I’ve ever seen in person. It covered about 2 acres of land and had everything you could ask for: a pool, a movie theater, 6 master bedrooms, 3 bathrooms, a jacuzzi, etc. As you can tell, Jose is “fortunate”, but the thing I like about him is that he isn’t spoiled and he is very kind. Anyways, I walked up to his front door and rang the doorbell about 3 times before he finally answered. The big door swung open, and when it did I saw a 16-year-old boy with baggy shorts and an exclusive 1996 Houston Rockets Throwback Jersey. He had short hair and thick, Gucci glasses that look like they weighed a ton.

“Hey," I said to Jose.

“Come inside right now," Jose replied in a melancholy voice.

I sat down on Jose’s couch, still amazed by how big his living room was.

“I messed up real bad this time," Jose said.

“What did you do?”

“Ok, so there was this guy and he said he needed a favor. I said ok what is it, then he said he will explain when we got there. I hopped in his car and when we got to the destination he tells me to get a crate from the back of the car. So, I get the crate and after that, we wait about an hour, then these two suspicious guys show up and hand me money. I assumed that they were going to pay for the crate, so I handed it over and they disappeared after that.”

“Cool story?”

“No, that isn’t the end. In the crate, there were drugs”

“What!? Jose that isn’t ok”

“I know, but I need a favor from you.”

“What is it?”

“I need you to complete the next drug deal,” Jose said as he inched closer to me to make me say yes.

“That’s a funny joke, Jose,” I chuckled.

“No, I’m serious.”

“Jose, I know I’m your friend, but I can’t do this.”

“Please, I need you to.”

“Why can’t you do it yourself?”

“I’m going on family vacation tomorrow.”

“How about we just call the police?”

“Are you crazy? When they find out I called the police they will kill me.”

“Jose...I can’t do this.”

“Please, Sonchi, do it for me just this once.”

“I guess I could,” I said reluctantly

“Thank you!" Jose said, relieved.

“However, you have to promise me you will stop selling drugs after this.”

“I promise.”

After that conversation, Jose and I were dead silent for the rest of the night. I decided to sleep over at his place because, without my mom at home, things get pretty lonely. Finally, Jose’s mom got home from work and immediately gazed right at me.

“Hi, Mrs.Sanchez," I said.

“Oh, I wasn’t expecting you, Sonchi," Mrs.Sanchez replied.

“I can go if-”

“No, that won’t be necessary”

“Oh, ok”

“You hungry? I’m making rice today”

“That sounds lovely”



“I’m sorry about your loss”

Suddenly, I felt it. My heart stopped and my body turned cold. This was the first time I thought about what had happened since my mom had died.

“Thank you, Mrs.Sanchez," I forced myself to say.

Dinner passed and I figured it was time to go to bed. So, I changed into my PJ’s and told Jose I was going to sleep. The next day came really fast, it almost felt like I hadn’t slept at all. I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was Jose hovering over my head, almost starting to drool on me.

“How long have you been staring at me?” I said.

“Just for the past hour,” Jose said.


“Your client will be at Sunshine Parkway at 5:00 behind the swingset”

“I honestly can’t believe I’m doing this”

“Dude, thank you so much”

“Alright, so where is my package?”

“Right here," Jose said as he handed me a small bag filled with something that looked like salt.

“That’s it?”

“Yup, and one more thing." Jose now handed me a gun.

“Ok, that is not acceptable”

“Trust me, you’ll need it”

“Fine” I took the gun without any hesitation and shoved it in my pocket.

“Alright, my mom and I are leaving on vacation now”

“See ya”


I looked at the time and just realized it was 7:00 in the morning. I had hours before the deal, and I figured it was time to get prepared.  Finally, 4:30 came and I was ready to get this over with. I stood up and grabbed my coat from off the floor. Then, I went outside and hopped on my bike.

20 minutes later, I made it to Sunshine Park and walked towards the swingset. It was unusually quiet here. There weren’t any kids at the park and the lights were off. I soon realized the park closes early on Sundays, so I shouldn’t let any of the managers see me or I’d be in real trouble.

Hours passed, and I was getting sick and tired of waiting for my client. He must’ve seen me and not have known I was his seller I waited 10 more minutes and he still didn’t show up. So, I did the only logical thing to do and got back on my bike. But, before I could begin to pedal, I heard loud sirens that sounded like they were coming in my direction. Suddenly, a cop car turned on to Rainbow St. and parked at the entrance to Sunshine Park. Sweat dripped from my forehead to my neck. My hands were shaking and I began to feel light headed. As nervous as I was, I still managed to make a straight face.

The cop got out of his car and stood under a streetlight for about 10 seconds. As soon as he did, I recognized his face. It was the police officer at the scene of my mom’s car crash, Mark. Officer Mark began to make his way towards me as he reached for his gun. Now I was really scared and I felt like I was about to have a heart attack.

“Sonchi?” Officer Mark called.

“Yes, sir?” I stuttered

“What are you doing out here this late?”

“Just taking a walk.” I knew he was on to me once I said that.  

“Well, the park is closed”

“Oh I didn’t realize”

I’ve lied to a cop twice now, it’s too late to turn back now.

“Sonchi, there was a reported drug deal in progress right here”

“Wow, that’s crazy” I pretended to sound amazed.

“Alright that’s it. You’re under arrest”

Without any hesitation, I sprinted in the opposite direction of Officer Mak. I didn’t know what I expected to gain out of this, but It was too late to change my mind. “What is the worst he could do? Taze me?” I thought to myself. I continued to run without a thought in my head that even asked me where I was headed to. Suddenly, I started to regret my decision. But as I had said earlier, it was far too late. Then, a gunshot.


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