In my childhood I was raised in the ghetto, and my mom and dad was struggling to keep me and my brother safe,with a roof over our heads and food on our plates.
My dad would work all day everyday to keep us not worried about anything,especially my mom.
My mom had a part-time job that didn't make that much because she had to be home when me and Chris got home from school everyday.
I was 12 at the time and my brother was 15. My brother was the type of kid that didn't like to argue or fight,but if anybody ever mess with me or my mom he would go crazy. So that's why nobody mess with me at school.
Because my brother didn't play no games about his family or me.
Cause it was like when he fight I fight, when he cry I cry, and we would stick beside each other sides for life. No questions ask.
And another thing both of us didn't play about. Our mom.
We would help are mom with anything she asked and do it right then and there too.
Our mom is the best, our dad is ok but we wouldn't do everything we would do for our mom to our dad.
But me Ima nice,sweet,kind,loving,and smart girl. I fights just as well as chris. Trust me he's not the only fighter in this family.
But we had money and stuff but not as much as others. But I can say that they took care of us like they said they was.
At night me and Chris would always here gun shots and screaming outside. And we would get scared and run in our mom room.
She would always baby us up and tell us that everything will be ok.
And we would believe her to and next thing you know she was right everything was ok.
But we would always have dreams about it. I would wake up crying and Chris would hug me and me tell me it's ok come sleep with me and I would.
Because some reason I always feel good around him cause I know he won't never let anything happen to me.
So 7 years later, we was doing better than ever. Except our dad.
Our mom had got promoted for doing very well at work, so the money she had got she had brought a nice two story house in Greenville.
Our mom was so happy to see me and Chris happy that we moved in a better area then the ghetto.
But really me and Chris really didn't care where we moved as long as it was far away from the ghetto.
But whatever made our mom happy we was happy to.
Now about our dad. He joined a gang. I don't know why but he did, I guess he wanted to be something else than successful unlike our mom, she is more successful than our dad would ever be.
Now since we moved we had to go to a different school witch me and Chris didn't care about cause we make friends wherever we go.
So the first day we went we already knew that people was gone be stairing at us and looking us up and down.
And you damn right they was. Shidd who wouldn't we was the baddest niggahs up in that school.
We had the swag and everything, shidd Tbh I thought we was bad ourselves but you know we had to keep it on low key doe.
But we was there about three months already and these three girls wanted to talk to me.
And in my head I was like well damn I mean like yall niggahs could've said something the first day we came their or something damn.
But I mean we talk and stuff got to know everything about everyone and stuff.
So then we got to the name parts. The first one name was Emily is was 18 the second Mya she was 19 and the third Chrisy she was the baby she was 17.
But the thing that got me was that they all was lightskin.
Like I my head I was like am I in lightskin world or is it just me. Cause in my head I was thinking I gotta have a brownskin friend but I didnt.
So I was like shidd fuck it team lightskin. Hayyy.
They was laughing sayin I'm stupid and I was like I know yall don't know the half of me.
So then Chrisy was like "Zoe do u want to come chill with us at my house so we can get to know each other better if we're going to be friends."
I was like yea cool what time.
"Right now."
Ok, let's goo.
