SYMBIOTIC || KV

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May 4th, 2009
Dayvon Daquan Bennett
15 years old

In the heart of Chicago, you got Dayvon Bennett, just 15 and caught up in the street life his dad left behind. BDs vs GDs, that's the game, and he's playing whether he signed up for it or not.

Dad checked out early, so Dayvon learned the ropes before most kids learn to tie their shoes.

The streets got stories, secrets, but none of it is able to patch up the hole Dayvon has in his chest, although he would never show it.

On the outside he's tough, without a bit of weakness in sight, but on the inside, there's this emptiness that Dayvon hasn't been able to fix, no matter how high he got, no matter the amount of fights he has gotten in, just because he wanted to feel something. Something he hasn't been able to feel in a long time.
 
Surrounded by faces, but somehow he's still lonely. Trust? Yeah, that's a rare currency.
Friends come and go, some fade, some get lost in the chaos. He keeps his circle small, because trust means vulnerability, and vulnerability will get you killed.

  Or at least that's what he thought.

Pain echoes with his footsteps, memories of agony bouncing off the walls. His dad's legacy – Gang life – it's a script he never chose, but it's the only one he's got.

In the quiet moments, he wonders if there's more out there, beyond the corners and the chaos.
Deep down, he's questioning this life, wishing for something else. But he'd never admit that. Yet, sometimes he dreams of a life without the constant shadows.

Here's Dayvon, O'Block's own, chasing dreams through the streets.

Little did he know, fate had a different plan for him.

May 4th, 2009
Bianca Azuni Rowe
15 years old

Harlem's echoes lingered in Bianca's mind as she found herself on an unfamiliar street corner in O'Block. The murmur of the streets, the distant sirens – it was a symphony of struggle, different from the one she knew back in Harlem.

Before stepping into the rhythm of the Parkway Garden Homes, she spent the day unpacking memories and belongings in her uncle Jahseh's house. The weight of her little brother's absence lingered in each room, making the new space feel both foreign and comforting.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, something compelled Bianca to step outside. Maybe it was the need for fresh air or an unspoken desire to explore the uncharted streets.

Whatever it was, she found herself on that gritty street corner.

And then it happened.

Lost in the beats of O'Block, Dayvon turned a corner, and their eyes locked – a crash of two worlds in the heart of Chicago.
In that moment, Dayvon's eyes held a mix of curiosity and recognition, like he stumbled upon something unexpected and familiar at the same damn time.

Bianca's gaze, meeting his, revealed a bled of vulnerability and strength, a silent acknowledgment that this encounter was more than chance.

It was like their souls recognized each other in the midst of chaos, and for a second – the weight of their struggles lifted just a little.

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heyyy y'all 😍 so ion think anybody gon be reading this but shit i hope y'all do and lmk how ya feel about it.
i just realized i ain't give y'all no background story on this so ima try to sum it up.
today i was high af zoned tf out and BOOM i got this idea for a book so yeah that's pretty much it. now lemme say a lil sum sum abt myself.
my names bianca and im actually from harlem 😭 im 16 and yeah i ain't wanna be corny and make myself the main character but considering the fact that this is my first book and i spent like 4 hours making pinterest boards for it to help y'all and myself visualize  it better, i was like fuck it and just threw myself in there 😭😭😭
but yeah yalllll if y'all got any questions comment them and ima respond oh and if any of y'all got any suggestions on how to promote my book better lmkkkk

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