When i was a youngin' i would always get into some trouble. Big or small, man i was a bad ass, but nobody knows what it's like growing up in the home i did. I mean i could've chose a different life style but i didn't know anything but the streets and foster homes. What was i supposed to do run to only be put in Juvi because i wasn't old enough to be put in the Pen. I was that bad at the age of 10, walking around looking like a bum, but as i got older i learned how to move in silence and get money on my own and let no one take a hold of what i have. That glo' up came when i was just 12, i've trapped before for all the wrong reasons. I even almost shot someone before. I was traumatized as a kid, let me remind you i was still in foster care and i had only so many times till i was shipped off to who know's where but i was tryna make my way and flip money any way i knew possible until one day the foster care lady Ms.Truman calls me down stairs, as i was counting my money that i had just made that morning, to come and meet some one. ''Joshua come down stairs please'' she said I put my money up in my secrete hiding place so none of the rug rats that come up in through this place wont find it. It's the summer time which is the perfect time to rack up my money. I get down stairs and its a women and a man ''Yes ma'am'' i said. see i was a bad ass but i was respectful. ''This is Mr. and Mrs. Oubre'' Ms.T said. ''Hello, Joshua'' Mrs.Oubre said. ''Hello'' i said shaking their hands. ''They came here to see you.'' Ms.T said. ''Oh'' i say ''Yes we would like to know if we could.... adopt you...'' Mr.Oubre says sitting down. I look at them as if they were serious and then at Ms. T ''Yo, ya'll's serious?'' i say with a laugh. ''Yes very, we see you out side with your little friends a lot when we come down this way for business and well... i've always wanted to have a son but i could never deal with the cries of a baby so... adoption seems best for us.'' Ms.Oubre says. I nod my head understanding. ''Where do ya'll live?'' i ask curious. ''Up North in the suburbs.'' Mr.Oubre says. ''Do either of you have any other kids?'' i ask ''No, you'd be our first.'' Mrs.Oubre says. I look at Mr.Oubre and he fairs me a bit. We have the same nose and same eye color. Then i look at Mrs.Oubre and i have her eyebrows her eyelashes and lips. I'm no dummy i know family when i see it. ''I'm ya'll son aren't i...'' i say sitting back. ''Wh-wh-what??'' Mr. and Mrs.Oubre say in unison looking at each other. I look at Mr.Oubre and say ''We have the same nose and same eye color'' then i look at Mrs.Oubre and say ''i have your eyebrows your eyelashes and lips. I'm no dummy i know family when i see it'' Everyone lets out a sigh letting me know i was right. ''So you want me back after all this time then come in here and try to lie to my face? Hmm nah i don't think that's how i want my family to be.'' i say getting up walking off. ''Wait KJ !'' Mrs. Oubre says standing up. ''What does KJ stand for?'' i ask turning around. ''Kelly Jr.'' she says. ''I'm guessing you're name is Kelly as well.'' i say kind of mugging. ''Will you please let us explain why we couldn't keep you and decided to come back for you now? Please KJ.'' Mrs.Oubre says. ''Hear them out'' Ms.T says and when Ms.T says something that means it had to be legit and i respect her a whole lot even though she's not my real mom and i've put her through hell. I let out a sigh ''Yes ma'am'' then i walk towards the kitchen to get a snack cause a nigga was starving. ''Talk'' i say. After they explained why they had to give me up why it took them so long to come back and get me i decided to give it a few days to think over. They agreed with my decision and left without another word. As i was on my way to my room Ms.T stopped me and said ''Give them a chance, their really nice people and they can give you the world now. Go search them and decide what you want to do. Maybe this will be what you need.'' she says. I nod and walk up to the computer room to do as Ms.T said. I put in ''Kelly Oubre... uh... Sr.'' then up pops a whole page of pictures talking about his successes and the billions of dollars he have. I ain't gone lie i was pretty impressed but it doesn't mean i was gone up and leave my place so they can be happy and for me to be miserable. I need some solid evidence that i will be happy. I walk back down stairs to where Ms.T and say to her ''Ok, i'll spend time with them for a week and if they don't show me anything that will indicate that i'll be happy, i'm not going and i'm not getting adopted by any other family. I will wait till i'm 18 and i'm going to be on my own.'' she looks at me with hard eyes then she softens figuring that it could be fair then nods in agreement. I go back to the computer room and just sit back look at pictures of my ''father'' and read a little bit about him and what he does. Man i don't know what to do i thought to myself. After that i knew that i had to get back to the money.
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Ball Hard or Go Home
Hayran KurguWassup? My name is Kelly Oubre... well that wasn't always my name. My name was Joshua Nelson, I am or was an orphan, i had no parents.. i knew nothing but the streets and the best women in the world... Mrs. Truman. She was there all my life and i di...