Zhariaa's POV:
There she was my mama. I still can't believe it man. Its been years but I'll never get over it. "Why my mama?" I always ask god every time I visit that cemetery. She was my everything and I mean my everything. "Oh god why?" whispered softly as I let out a sigh and a tear. I kissed my fingers and placed them on her headstone saying the words "Goodbye" and "I love you". I would miss her and New York but My dad wanted to move to Atlanta. I walked away to my car thinking about how this was the last time I would see her resting place for a long time. "Atlanta better be worth it" I thought as I drove away.
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Highschool
Teen FictionA 16 year old girl by the name of Zhariaa has had a hard life ever since her mother died. She has been moving from place to place with her drug dealing father ever since. She thinks she knows all she needs to know about the world but maybe she wrong...
