If the Projects could talk, they would have told her eons ago; that the road she had been headed down would lead to her own self destruction.
They would have warned her, in light whispers that the friends she called her own would have betrayed her;...
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she will be a living testament that parental determinism is real, and not just an ethical belief
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Crowds of bustling teens created a swarm around a single adolescent girl. A torn backpack was slung across her left shoulder, supported merely by her delicate hold. Her vision was consumed with the faded image of tiles beneath her, scruffy and permanently discolored from the many consecutive years of neglect.
Sana was many things, but a socialite was far from ever landing on the lengthy list of her attributes. A typical day in her high school always began the same way for the young girl; slowly, quietly, and subtly.
Until that day.
The day her reckoning presented itself in human form. Dressed extraordinarily well, with a beautiful face and heart fluttering smile to match. He approached her with intent in his eyes, an effortless swagger in his walk, and enough charm to swoon any woman in his talk.
