The Jungle

Chapter 1

Dérion POV

In the social jungle of human existence, there is no feeling of being alive without a sense of identity.
-Erik Erikson

Was-sup y'all it's ya boy Dérion Harris or Rio like my homies call me. I'm 23 years old, hardworking hustler and I know what y'all thinking and to answer y'all question yes I trap not something I'm proud of but when you from the hood I'm from you do anything necessary to get out.

Ya boy just graduated Florida A&M University 🙌 #Rattler with a bachelor's in Business so Im not a statistic I have my degree and education. I even find myself going to the library checking out books to see the world through the eyes of others.

What I saw one day as I was leaving the library had me gazed till this day. Even coming back to this library has me thinking WOW this is where I met her.

Shawty looked lost, hurt, depressed, her beautiful skin bruised like she's been hurt all her life. I saw her sitting in a corner by herself staring into space reading some book. She had on this big white shirt, a big black jacket, sweats and these old ass nike's and her dreads laid perfectly on her back.

I sat from a distance watching her and something about her had me wanting to speak to her, getting to know her. It's crazy cause even now I remember saying that that's my future right there. I ain't even no lover boy but this hoing around getting old you feel me. As much shit as she been through you would think I was the one to save her but in actuality shawty saved me. Then she gave me something so beautiful and precious that I'll never stop thanking her😢

But aye enough with the emotional shit let me not give away too much details that's what the author sposd to do ima let her do her thing haha peace y'all.

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Hey babies first book and I'm a little nervous but let me know what you think live, love, vote, and comment though.