Will Smith isn't the only teenager from the big city coming to Bel Air. Just a year and a half before a girl came, Giovanna Brown, a headline worthy name. She came up from rags to riches in under 24 hours and headlined in just that amount of time to...
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Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
Don't save her, she don't wanna be saved
No role models and I'm here right now
No role models to speak of
Searchin' through my memory, memory
Couldn't find one
"This is really all mines?"
My brown eyes look towards my, use to be bodyguard for my pops, now mine. His name is Deandre, but I've called him Dre since I could remember. He smirks at me as his hand lands on my shoulder.
"Everything is yours, the mansion, the money, the business, the football team....everything he had was left to you. He wrote down to me that you are supposed to start Bel Air academy as soon as you arrive, so you start Monday."
I glance back at the large mansion in front of me filled with a bunch of exotic cars, even the old muscles I used to dream of are there. I can't believe how fast my life changed in the span of 24 hours. Going from rags to riches in barely any time. I can't believe that I used to have to fight and hustle for money back in Cleveland.
"Let me show you to your room."
Dre holds out his arm in a gentleman's gesture and I hook my arm with his as we walk into the mansion. A large opening room is what we walk into, filled with art and an expensive view of the hills. The California sun hitting into the room at just the right lighting making the white sparkle.
"It'll only be you and me, sorry if this is to much from Cleveland. I know how you feel."
Dre looks down to me as we walk up the stairs on our way to my room. His teddy bear orbs shining with understanding and I raise my eyebrow at him.
"How you know?"
"I'm originally from Cleveland too, pops met me when I was a young boy. Helped me a lot...now I'm repaying my gratitude since he gave me grace when I really needed it."
I smile at the mention of pops, a great man gone way to soon in my opinion. Shaking my head from the thoughts I'm having I notice we're at a door. Two large black door with the word 'Giovanna' in large cursive writing.
"Pops had it made just for you, get rest for your first day tomorrow. If you need me I'm just a call away."
"Thank you."
"No problem, kid."
Dre turns around and walks down the hallway to god knows where. I just glance back at my room doors before opening them. Inside lays a room about 10x bigger then the small one I had in Cleveland. My feet take me as I rush into the room and jump on the large king sized bed.
The room was colored with neutral colors, mainly a black with a little white thrown in. A bunch of posters are hung around the room, from rappers, to the Cleveland Browns, to pictures of me in my football and basketball jerseys. It was crazy to see everything already in the room.
It didn't take long of laying in the comfy ass bed for the jet lag to catch up to me. I glance one more time to look out at the sun as it set over the hills and smile slightly. I'm finally out of there, I miss it, but I have what I need here. Plus, my chargers were all dropped when Dre just showed up out of thin air
"Goodnight pops and Evan. I'll make you both proud."
My voice come out in a whisper as my eyes shut down like a steel gate. My head filling with nonsense dreams and haunting nightmares.
