Mangled Shoes

CHAPTER 6

This time, he laughed. For all his life, Goom had been free. Thus, the claim could not be justified. Even though two people are friends, they may have very different lives and have experienced different familial dynamics. While the second person's background appeared solid and organized, the first person's was more dysfunctional. It was entirely their responsibility to make mistakes because everything they required was readily available. Living lavishly in the hood...

He set down his glasses on the turntable. Next, he poured two cognac shots. Goom entered the living area and gave her glass to Debbie.

"Here you go, Mme. Chose."

"Merci beaucoup, monsieur." She responded

They laughed at their poor French and raised a glass to their bond. A full platonic friendship between a man and a woman was difficult to achieve, but they succeeded admirably. By now, Goom was still upright. Taking off an afro comb, he punched through his hair. His eyes were bloodshot, and he forced a grin onto his baby face.

Like most evenings, this wonderful fifteen-year-old was the official DJ for the evening. If it were up to him, he would rather explore the world for the rest of his life than be forced to study books all day. But there was a cost to this opulent way of living. Parents had to make a financial commitment, and they also needed to receive strong grades and degrees in return, upholding the status and prestige of their family name.

"Deborah cartoon time is over now."

The gate gave way. Teenagers ages fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen poured through the gate. boys' and girls'. all dolled up and prepared for the dance-offs that evening. Behind the scenes, the boys preyed. Everyone was curious about who was going to be sexed that night.

The living room was the venue for the celebration. Goom started playing the piano and set up his DJ. The teenagers entered and began to dance. With two left feet, Deborah observed and marveled at the girls' ability to shake the object their mother had given them. She was afraid to try to get to know them. If any of the goons sat in the living room's far-end corner, it would be an odd fit. smoking a hookah and discussing a soccer match between Manchester United and Liverpool. Ziiz, Tango, TK, Slungz, and Kabila These were the clique's creatives; when they weren't out having fun, they were writing, recording, and producing music. Frequently, they made an effort to ignore the skirts' upward and downward movements.

Though it was probably difficult, they were better off not looking. Skirts have the ability to captivate an audience. Furthermore, as a man, you can merely be out of order if you look too long or too hard. Zion sat with the boys; he would be his companion for the day. He appeared melancholy, glum, and sorrowful.

Upon deeper examination, it was evident that the numerous external issues these youngsters were facing were a reflection of what was going on on the inside. Not only their appearance, but also their damaged egos and low self-worth, the absence of order in households, or perhaps the immature conduct that they adopted from outsiders and returned to their African homes,