|| Grindin || An August Alsina Story ||

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June 12, 2015

12:32pm

Autumn's Pov~

I woke up late, due to me snoozing my alarm clock multiple times. As soon as i stretched, my stomach growled, notifying me that i was hungry. I walked down the stairs slowly, just in case i was still half asleep. When i got to the kitchen, i opened the fridge and found nothing.

My face went straight.

I closed the fridge back, and decided i was going to go to the store, so i went back upstairs, did my hygiene, and put on(Outfit in Multi Media). When i was all done, i grabbed my purse, which had my money in it, and walked downstairs, out the door, and made my way to Walmart. I got uncomfortable with every step i took. There were gangs everywhere.

Alot of these men looked around my age maybe older. There were alot of guys sitting on their steps, or porches, staring me down, and smoking a blunt. I may have been living in New Orleans on my own for about a year, but i'm still not used to this.

I sped up my walking, and turned the corner. When i got to the end of that corner, i crossed the big street after looking both ways. I was about to walk in walmart when i saw a homeless man. He looked a bit young to be homeless. I felt bad, so i looked in my purse to see if i had any money to give him. Broke as usual...

I sighed, and walked inside walmart. Once i bought everything i needed, i walked back outside, and saw the same boy sitting there with his head down. He was sweating. Its really hot outside for him to be sitting in the sun... I sighed again, and sat the bags down. I walked over to him and tapped his shoulder. He looked up at me with annoyance written all over his face. Damn he was gorgeous. "Uh- Umm excuse me, sorry, i -uh, are you okay?" I asked.

When i asked that question i guess he took it a bit offensive. He scrunched up his face, and shook me off. "Aye, Listen. I don't kno' who you are, but you need ta' go somewhea'." He balled up his fists, making me shake up a bit. I had sorrow written all over my face. I swear i didn't mean for it to sound offensive. "Sorry, i-i was just asking, i didn't mean for it to sound offensive. I know that im a stranger, but do you need a place to stay? I feel really bad." I knelt down to his level, and waited for an answer.

"Nah, i don't trust hoes man, I kno' what y'all want, and das' all you want meh for." I shook my head quickly. I started getting upset. "Look, i'm trying to help you, so don't throw the shade at me. I know im a stranger and everything, but you have no right to call me a hoe. I just wanted to help."

He shook his head in disagreement. I huffed, and grabbed the bag again, walking back home. When i got in the house, i had lost my appetite. I plumped on the couch, and put my head in my hands, which were on my lap. I wanted to cry. I just wanted to cry. I hate seeing people homeless. Its the worst sight ever. Its sad, the things that happen to them. I just want to help him. Its not that much to ask for.

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Short chapter, i know. BUUUUUT, I should be updating this weekend.(When i wrote this chapter, i thought of Man in the Mirror, so i put it in the Multi Media.)

~Dasia