Note: This is the start of Welcome To Zenn Hood Cypress. Meaning this is a prequel of Welcome To Zenn Hood. This story will focus on what happened one year ago in the Zenn hood cypress building, it will dive deeper in the character of Miguel, it will explain the motives of Lilnax and other things. With that being said. ZELCOME TO ZENN HOOD CYPRESS.
Around ten years ago before Volume one. There was a cookout at Miguel's house. Filled with family and friends
Around ten years before volume one there was a cookout at my (Miguel's) house. A lot of my family and friends where there and I was lowkey having a good time. Until…That happened…
You see me and my friends and cousins around my age just vibing out in the man cave. Well that's what my father likes calling it. Yeah I bet your wondering. "The party's outside why are y'all inside?" We already ate some of the food ok? We was full! Haitian food busses by the way y'all so really try it. Except for y'all Domincan Republic people y'all can stay on y'all side of the island with them rocks and twigs y'all got. But that was when it all went down hill.
Little Miguel: UNO!!!!!!!
I slam down my red 4.
Friend 1: plus four!
Friend 2: plus four!
Friend 3: PLUS FOUR!!!! That's 12 cards Miguel! Uno my a**
They thought they was cooking with that move. But.
Little Miguel: Plus Four. Uno. OUT!
Friend 1: DANG IT!!!
Friend: NOT FAIR MIGUEL!
Little Miguel: aye a win is a win.
Friend 3: NAWWWW BRO!
Miguel: Alright. Y'all all suck. And imma get more food.
I know I said that we was full. But I was a BIG BACK when I was a child. I could get hungry in like an hour after eating a whole cook meal made by Gordon Ramsey.
Friend 1: You gonna get us a plate too right?
Little Miguel: Yeah….something like that.
I wasn't getting them a dang thing. But as I was walking outside I see some BIG BEHIND! NBA ALL STAR HEIGHT LOOKING. BLACKER THEN THE AFRICANS ON A HOT SUNNY AND SWEATY DAY LOOKING. PITCH BACK LOOKING BEHIND DUDE! LIKE 7 ft 11! He looked old and he looked like he had cancer.
Little Miguel: Uh. Hi? You need some food. My mom always got extras.
???:.....
Little Miguel:….We got chicken I know your black behind likes chicken.
???:...….Wait ya got chicken?
The mysterious tall black figure ran outside and came all the way back with a blow of chicken. And ate it all in my mit.
???:...….
Little Miguel: That drawn was good?
???:...
Little Miguel: Yeah imma just get out your wa—-
???: You. Your dynasty descendent from the NTJ Tank Dynasty!
Miguel: Uh. Something like that.
This black figure grabs me by the throat and lifts me up.
???: You are needed for a bigger purpose!
Little Miguel: GET….GET OFF M—-
I blacked out. And when I woke up. I just saw dead bodies. And I saw blood on my hands.
Little Miguel: did I…DID I——
Father: IT'S OK SON! IT WASN'T YOU!
Miguel: So why is there…..WHY IS THERE!
Everyone was dead! Everyone but my family. But the way they looked at me. They looked at me like I was a monster!
Father: Son. This isn't you fault!
Miguel: Yes it is…YES IT IS!!!
Nine years later. One year before volume one.
It's 7 am I am laying on my bed thinking about life.
Miguel: Ugh. Why did I have to wake up.
After questioning life for about 30 minutes I go downstairs to get breakfast. This penunt butter sandwich bouta bust.
Miguel: Nothing like a peanut Butter sandwich in a Saturday morn— wait a minute…
It's Friday.
Miguel: FU—
Mom: MIGUELLLLLL! YOUR NOT GOING TO SCHOOL???? YOUR GOING TO BE LATE.
That's My Mother. She's Haitian. I love her very much but if I'm not getting my education my mom will turn to a Haitian mother real quick.
Mother: SCHOOL STARTS IN 30 MINUTES.
Miguel: Don't worry mom. I'm not gonna be late
After a shower, a quick change of clothes and a mommy lecture bout school. I was 5 minutes late
Miguel: I was actually late. Man. I remember back at elementary school I was never late.
Suddenly. I sense that someone is trying to slap the back of my neck.
Miguel: Ugh.
I dash behind bro ready to slap the back of his neck.
???: Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa. on youngboi's life I didn't try to slap your neck.
Miguel: Naw. Put it on Durk.
???:...I'm sorry.
Miguel: Apologies mean that you'll never do it again. And know you. You'll probably do it again
???: Whattttttt? Noooooooooo.
He said that sarcastically. Anyways this is Jameer. The descendent of the JSV Zite dynasty. I don't need to explain what that is right? This is a tall Jamaican man with a massive and concerning addiction to Durk. Other then that he's a pretty funny guy. He's like a…tall Kevin Hart or something like that.
Miguel: So. Your late too? How did that happen?
Jameer: Listen bro. I was listening to Durk and I lost track of time.
Miguel: Cool. Now what actually happened.
Jameer: I overslept. My alarm must have been playing youngboi or something.
Miguel: Aw man. See you gotta put the alarm that sounds like a fire alarm. Or the one twitter makes when you accidentally tweet something that'll get you cancelled.
Jameer: listen bro. Actually I actually had a interesting night.
Miguel: why you said that?
Jameer: Cause I finally learn how to go the jamacian slap.
Miguel: oh really? You been training for something?
Jameer: Naw listen hears what happened…..
Flashback to yesterday night when Jameer learn how to do the jamacian slap.
Jameer's Dad: Thank you John for helping me fix my car tire
Jameer: all I did was stand and watch you do all the work and give you the tools but No problem big man.
Jameer walks to his room. Little did he know there was a spider in his ceiling.
Jameer: ah. I can finally so to sle-AH——
He saw the spider. When see saw that creature he passed out and when when he woke up he was falling down the stairs. Cause a lot of noise waking up everyone in the house.
Jameer's mom: AYE BUMBOCLAAT WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS RAASCLAAT RIGHT HERE AYE???? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!?!???!?
Jameer is panting and struggling to get up
Jameer: MOM! MOMMY! MOTHER DEAREST! WE HAVE TO GO. THERE A INTRUDER IN THE——
Jameer turns around and gets smacked with a big behind Jamaican belt.
Jameer's dad: *A bunch of Jamaican slurs that I don't know how to spell*
Jameer: I JUST HELPED YOU WITH THW CAR!!!
Jameer's dad: *A bunch of Jamaican slurs that I don't know how to spell*
Jameer: LISTEN DAD! I AIN'T GONNA LIE YOU MAY BE KING OF THE HOUSE BUT I THINK THAT MONSTER JUST TOOK YOUR PLACE!
Jameer's dad: *A bunch of Jamaican slurs that I don't know how to spell*
Jameer: TELL THAT TO HIM NOT ME!
(Jameer's dad starts standing on business and approaches this spider.)
Jameer's dad: *A bunch of Jamaican slurs that I don't know how to spell* aye. aye John.
Jameer: Yes dad?
Jameer's dad: raasclaat what is this?
Jameer: WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?
Jameer's dad:BUMOCLAATTTTTTTTTTT
Jameer: Sir I'll like to apologize for my tone. You see that right there is a big spider sir.
The spider is about the same size as a ant.
Jameer's dad:.....
Jameer: your…..your gonna kill the spider or——IT'S GONE! THE SPIDER IS GONE!!
No one reacted
Jameer: WE GOTTA FIND IT! WE CANT LET IT RONE IN OUR HOUSE LIKE I LIVES HE—-
Jameer: Looks down and sees the spider looking at his shoes.
Spider: These dirty behind new Balances yo. Clean your shi—-
JAMEER: AHHHHHH! AHHHHH! RAPEEEEEEEEE!
Suddenly Jameer's voice got deeper.
Spider: Yo bro you good?
Jameer: Jamacian slap.
Spider: what in the world am I looking at AH—
Jameer Jamaican slaps the spider through the window and to its death.
Jameer: Your eight legged a*s will do no more harm.
Jameer turns around and looks at his dad and mom.
Jameer's dad: Son….you have…the power!
Jameer: Your welco—
(Jameer's dad Jamaican slaps his son)
Jameer's Dad: YOU ALSO BROKE MY F**KING WINDOW——
Present day.
Jameer: Yeah man.
Miguel: so…..you discovered the Jamaican slap…because you killed a spider.
Jameer: Yeah man. You should seen how big the spider was. The drawn was as big as a ant.
Miguel:.....alright bro.
Jameer: Yeah bro I killed that lil N**** on Durk!
???: Aye! Y'all talking about that nut A*s rapper Durk when y'all know youngboi's better?
Jameer: Who said that.
Jameer turns around.
Jameer: KENTRELL??? Get your youngboi sh*t on somewhere!
Miguel: Here we go.
This short guy right here is Kentrell. But imma tell y'all who he is in the next chapter.
END OF CHAPTER