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𝓕𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓒𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮
Southwark, Peckham📍
At this time new chapters were the new beginning, it takes obstacle after obstacle to know what you need about your story. Miles away could be the newest chapter of a lifetime if you're up for it, but what people don't tell you, trouble will always find a way back in.
life wasn't glitter and sparkles, because no one is perfect in any form. When you're trying to get to your goal a door will be stopping your way, this is the problem with Faith. As a young girl she always dreamt about becoming rich to make her mother proud as they were not in good living conditions, her birthplace was dangerous as is, with the rise of gun violence, and the youth killing each other. What's her next move you might ask? Her new home is calling her in the city on London, the city of tea and crumpets. She knew this was her new beginning and nothing would stop her.
" here is your new him Miss Chance, 3 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, and of course your big living room" the real estate agent spoke as she showed my friend and me around the house, well I mean a flat since we're in the UK. It's big enough for 3 people, the kitchen is nice and big.
" I call this room," my friend Diamond said speed walking to her chosen room, I chuckle and so did Abby.
"This is big, oh my days," I said imitating the London accent.
" yes, it is, since she is occupied shall we move on to the next room" Abby asked me, I nodded leaving Diamond.
Her heels clicked gracefully as we walked down the corridor, pictures hung up with random white people in it. We ended up in another room, it was very spacious, a bathroom because I needed it for myself, a closet that's not that big. I can see the ideas popping in my head.
I smile covering my mouth " This is so cute, I can change the bed in that direction" I say pointing.
" Well I'm glad you like it, and I hope your stay is nice because it is very dangerous around here," she said
I looked at her confused "Really? Why do you say?"
" a 13-year-old boy was stabbed by one of his mates last week, it was broadcast everywhere"
" wow, that's so sad. Did the other boy get arrested?"
" yes but knowing Britain, he will be out no time soon"
" he should stay in there"
" yes but take what I'm saying to heart, we have a big crime with knives so be careful especially with these roadman"
" ok thanks for the heads up" I say, not this Turing into a creepy moment. I was born in the ghetto, the streets killed me. Abby finished giving us a tour around the new flat before we signed the papers after she left.
