Snowfall [Tarasia]

Prologue

Intersex Tarasia book? I haven't seen one yet (excuse me if their is some) but I wanted to try it out and this my first book so talk to me nicely 🫣

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Motherless Child

Mother and Father gone, foster home to foster home, and today was my 18th birthday.

"Fantasia, I hate to let you go. You have been nothing but a blessing and one of my favorites since the day I met you. I always thought you would be adopted and taken away from me. For some reason, God saw fit for you to stay until you aged out. You are special and never let anyone tell you any different."

"Thank you Ms.Gloria, this is the only place where I felt like I was home."

I gathered my black trash bag one last time. I gave Ms. Gloria a hug and wiped the tears from her face. "I am going to be okay, and when I get back you will be very proud of me."

"Please Baby, I'm always proud of you. Go out and do great things and most of all make yourself proud. Don't ever stay content keep going and never settle for less because there is always more. Take this money and turn it into something amazing."

She handed me my money from the government. It was two-thousand dollars, just enough to not be enough for not much  of anything. I took the money and my bag and headed on my way. Foster care was just a place to hold you until you were adopted or in my case age out. You were only taught skills from school and work.

I copped a job about a year ago at the mall selling shoes in footlocker. And that is where I met Jag aka G5. I didn't even know then, but he would charge my life forever.

He came into footlocker looking for the newest Jordan 12 release. I was there to save the day when he gave me an offer that a kid like me couldn't refuse.

"You can be making hella more money working for me than you are selling shoes to these funky ass feet muthafuckas.

"Who me?" I asked.

"Nawl, the white mf behind you!"

I looked behind me and saw my manager Kevin looking at our interaction.

"Fuck that racist muthafucka he don't even fuck with blk people."

"Even more of a reason you let me walk out this bitch without paying. Hit me up about sum real money."

He didn't tell me his name or anything. He just tossed me a sell phone with one number programmed in it, G5.

He went on about his business looking for shoes. When Kevin went to the back to look for a pair of shoes for another customer and I was checking out customer, G5 slipped his way out the door without paying.

"Did you know that guy?" Kev asked.
"Nah, just another customer."
"Well I think he just stole those shoes. I have to go report it."
"Do what you do. I don't know nun about that." Told him.

That was my last day working there. I did a no call no show and met up with G5 at a nightclub called The Palace.

I didn't know at the time, but they were moving more than ass there. I learned the ropes fast. G5 was one mf you bet not fuck with He stood on everything he said and also loyalty.

He had two teardrops tattooed under his eye alongside his whole damn body being tatted. G5 had girls and I meant a lot of girls aka hoes. He was pimping them out and employing them as strippers at the club.