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Headstrong Deja Brown encounters the dangerous Killa Don, who resides in both the upper and lower-class communities. Deja is struggling with mistreatment from her mother and stepfamily. What will happen when their paths cross? Will Deja...
"Deja mummy a call uh Gyal," my stepbrother said shouting he was in the living room playing games on his phone.
We are not rich n we are not poor but I think things could be better. I'm Deja Brown but my friends- haha I don't have 'friends'. Fake ass bitches and niggaz ain't shit.
I'm a loner-"Deja uh no ere me a call uh how long" mummy shouted from the kitchen.
I'll continue soon.
"Yes, mummy," I said seeing she was packing some food in a cover plate.
"Mi wah uh carry dis go give Breda Patrick from church him beg me some dinner," she says putting the plates in a black scandal bag.
"Alright mummy," I replied taking the bag.
-as I was saying I'm a loner- a no like nobody no wah be me friend eno me jus like me space. Mi talk to people but a just hi and bye.
Me go rounda me room a bend down fi look fi me piece a slipper.
Only to feel a hard slap on my ass.
I got up quickly to see my dirty stepbrother.
"Justin uh fucking Pervert uh deaf fi stop that mi a uh step sister" me say.
"Soo," he said backing me up on the wall.
"So what if we have the same last name, I fucking like you Deja uh so fucking sexy uh a the prettiest girl a school n uh know, me even lucky fi live with you," he said touching my cheeks.
I'm not even surprised right now because he does this all the time n me tired me tell mummy and she no pay me no mind.
"Leave me alone Justin" I pushed him.
I push my foot in my Nike slides and tek up the food.
Me affi come back so mi can press out me uniforms for school. The walk to Mr. Patrick's yard neva that long but me wish it did longer so me neva affi go back home yet.
When me near fi reach mi see some man working pan a house and dem practically stop fi look pan mi.
One a dem cya drop off
Mi jus say evening n walk pass. I call out Mr. Patrick's name and open the gate." Deja, dear how are you?," he said walking slowly to open the grill.
He's very old where are his children?
I smiled "am good sir, how are you?" I said helping him with the grill when it finally opens me go into the kitchen around his table set up the food for him.
"Thank you, Deja, am doing well" he took a seat.
"How's your mother doing? please tell her I said thanks for the food," he says
"She okay sir and I will," I said getting ready to leave.
"Ohh Deja I have the aloe Vera in the kitchen that you asked me for," he stated.
I use it for my curly hair and my face.
I went inside the kitchen took it up, putting it in a bag."Respect Mr. Patrick later ere," I thanked walking away.
He said bye and I walked home my neighborhood was very dangerous at times but since recently I haven't witnessed anything bad.
Mi live a wah part weh middle class people live n the high class a pan wah hill mi no really go up deh because bay trouble.
N mi no wah tell nobody nothing because dem feel dem better than me.
Kids from the high-class community go to the same high school as the middle class. One big happy family right? wrong.
When me reach back home mi tek off me slippers and walk go fi the iron and the iron board. And guh pon the veranda.
Sometime after mi did finish my three uniforms and white blouse.
Justin and his ugly father come out deh and say dem ago outta the bar.
He throw him pants & shirt pan mi fi press it and I did because mi no have much say, and if mi no do it dem cuss mi, me jus cya wait fi finish grade 11 even tho mi just ago start tomorrow.
"Deja the plates in the kitchen wah wash eno" my mother says sitting on the veranda chair.
"Mek Justin do it when him come back, how much something you expect me fi do one time, "I say wid attitude.
"Who yah talk to likkle gyal," she says pulling my hair.
"Nobody mam," I said, holding back my tears.
"Make sure, because uh start stink uh self true yah start eleven grade tomorrow" she kiss r teeth walking away.
Me wipe the tears weh start fall, I hate my life.
I was in my room packing my Jansport bag from grade 10 because mummy say she neva have no money and Justin get new everything, mi polish me old flat shoe when it polish it no look that bad.
Hours after Justin come a me door with a smile.
"Weh u put mi uniform," Justin asked.
"It's in your room hung up," I said not looking at him, I hate him badly.
"A wah do uh" he says like he cares.
"Nth get the fuck out a mi room," I said got up and pushed him out then locked it. The main reason why I hated man is because of him and his dad. Mi not even know why my mother marry him cause him nah mine r.
My birth father died before my mother gave birth to me, so I was told my whole life.
I think she was cheating because she marry him before she even have me that's why my last name a brown.
I wonder what tomorrow will be like tho. Me did feel kinda hungry so mi walk to the kitchen fi mek some Milo tea.
Me put on the water on the stove and wait till it boils up. Couple of minutes after me mix it and tek up two crackers.
"B mi nah fuck Steff," Justin says walking into the living room.
Him Betta no come wid him drama
"Alright tomorrow," he said to the person on the phone muss him likkle yam head woman Ashley.
The queen b at Crawford High School.
"Uh no mek no tea fi me sis" he smirks.
Him jus sick mi stomach
Mi avoid him n wash me cup, me feel a presence behind I knew it was Justin.
He held onto my waist and I start to shake, I turned to him he was so tall compared to me.
"Deja why you no wah mi" he whispers in my ears.
"Because we a family n even if we neva family mi wouldn't wah you because you pull uh dick in every hole at Crawford," I said in his face.
He laughed, " uh sexy uh fuck hope uh nah fuck nobody," he said getting infuriated.
"Fuck you, it's my body," I said walking to my room and locking it. I prayed for a better life then I fell asleep.
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