Breonna Taylor, a 26-year-old African-American woman, was fatally shot in her Louisville, Kentucky, apartment on March 13, 2020, when at least seven police officers forced entry into the apartment as part of an investigation into drug dealing operations.
"They know damn well they ain do that for a drug investigation" my older brother Rico said turning off the tv.
I shook my head at the news. This type of stuff always happen, I'm not even surprised anymore that it does. It's sad, but this is African Americans reality. The reality that you can't even sleep peacefully in your own home without them intruding. Your home ? Your safe place is not even safe anymore.
"Are you taking me to school?" I asked grabbing my bag.
"You need to get yo driver's license grown ass"
I smiled knowing you couldn't say no to his baby sister. It was my first day of my senior year and I couldn't wait to get out of Brooklyn. I love New York and my people but it's not the place to stay forever. Especially since our parents died and my brother took custody over me. We are all we got.
Our grandparents didn't want me due to how our parents past away 6 years ago. See our parents were drug lords. They moved big stuff around New York, well the whole East Coast. The last name Moore is a big name and it carries. My 26 year old brother Rico, took over the game for our parents. My dad taught him the game when he was 14. Every since then, him and his friends, been running the game like it was their's from the beginning. My parents knew all of their evil doings would bite them in the butt, and possibly ours. So I didn't take that route, I stayed in school and trying to get it the right way and get the heck out of here. Hopefully my brother follow my lead and go to Cali with me.
"Missy bring yo ass on" I smiled as he called me what my mom use to call me growing up.
"I'm coming" I grabbed my bag and hurried and check the mailbox before hopping in the car. I got in and sighed.
"Promise it's only the beginnin of yo senior year, relax"
"I am relaxed. Just anxious"
"Yo smart ass gonna get in to every college you applied too. Ain't you like 2nd in yo class?" I rolled my eyes
"Don't mention it" he laughed and shook his head.
He knew I was an over achiever. I wanted every stat and background to be perfect. I don't want any excuse to why I didn't get in my dream college, Stanford. I wanted to be something beyond dreams. I did apply to other colleges but my main focus was Stanford. Even though I didn't know what I wanted to study, I knew I was going to get out of here. I applied for early admissions because I had almost all of my credits and I knew it wasn't going to take all year to get the rest
"Why you dressed so extra?" Rico asked as I looked around to spot my friends
"It's my senior year, I had to show out" I said popping my collar.
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