Struggle for love

Chapter 1

August's P.O.V

I was runnin so fuckin fast makin sure dey wasn't gone catch me... I hopped over da gate nd kept runnin, and stopped when I heard da bang from one of there guns goin off

Me:*lookin back* fuck

I kept runnin cuz I just knew dat I damn sure wasn't gone get caught, I ran in da abandoned house nd stood the shadow tryin ta slow down my breathin, cuz the cops was near ...I heard em ......when they past by I heard the ambulance go in the direction dat I just ran from....I swear man life ain't easy in New Orleans.......especially na, when you ain't got nobody but cho self to look after....I walked out da house through da broken window, nd started walkin back "home"

Ahh I'm August, august Anthony alsina jr, nd I live in New Orleans Louisiana....I'm 18 nd I could already say I've been through a lotta shit...my brotha died a few months ago, about da worst thing dat could've happened to me......after dat I automatically knew dat I had ta make it on my own, nd ova here da only way to survive is by hunting makin sho yo prey don't kill you, dis ain't a game, cuz if it is den I'm loosing big time

I walked in da trap goin upstairs....nd sat down on da mattress dat had no sheet, I looked out da window dat gotta couple bullet holes in it.....I just wish Fo a betta life, dats all

Ryan: man when you goin back to school

I looked at da door and Ryan was stand there, with a cigarette on the side of his mouth stirring somethin in a pot...I'm pretty sure dats crack gotta make a drop tomorrow again

Me: I ont know

Ryan: well you goin tomorrow....watchu forgot dat dats where most of da money at

Me: dem kids just like me mane.....dey ont want no damn drugs

Ryan: yea dey do.....*walkin out* just gotta pick dem good

I ain't been in school fo a couple reasons, one cuz I'm tired of not havin what dey got nd I'm not fittin in wif no crowd like dat, so there ain't no use...I rubbed my forehead Layin back wondering if dey got da kid I was runnin wif, he was 16 just tryin make it in dis world like I am.

Logan's P.O.V

I curled in a little ball in the corner...holding my legs , I hate this place.....my 39th foster home in 5 years ..........they thought it'll be good to fly me out here to New Orleans from Atlanta .....I tried closing my eyes because I was so tired I just wanted to sleep but that boy never leaves me alone

Jason:*loudly wispering* Logan!!!!.....cmon I'm just asking for a kiss that's it

I was so glad he wasn't able to hear or see me.....Jason is the oldest one here, nd had been eye balling me ever since I got here, which was a month ago...I stuck my feet in and watched him leave but just decided that I'd stay in my hiding spot

I'm Logan Montgomery....and I'm 16 my mom and dad died in plane crash...when I was 5 and I lived with my grandma until she died and that was when I was 11 nd ever since then I was put into the system......I closed my eyes still listening to Jason try to find me.......I hope and pray he just leaves me alone...because I heard him talk to his friends about me and how he'd love to sneak me in his bed, I find that disgusting....because I don't like him...at all.....I took in a deep breath and tried to fall asleep, which eventually happened

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