A Troubled Hood Chick (An Urban Fiction)

My first non fan fiction book! I hope you guys like it, it's just the prologue lol. I love the book cover thoo. Chapter 1 coming on April 4th. This story is on my other account @AyooMB that is almost finished so I advise you to read that one

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Prologue-

My french manicure tips gripped against the metal pole. "Introducing, our hottest dancer yet...Raw Candi!" The Dj introduced me to all the new and old guest. I watched as everyone's eyes were glued onto my body. Nasty, old men, some young too. But mostly old.

Scared? No. I've gotten use to this. Showing my curvaceous body to a variety of people. My hips swayed the the beat. Side to side. I let my left leg wrap around the pole, along with my left hand and spun around. 

Climbing to the top of the pole, I let my head fall back and felt my long, jet black hair sway side to side. With my legs still wrapped around the pole, I let my hands grab onto the pole and I broke down into a split.

"Shake it baby!"

"Get it Candi!"

"You got a nice ass ma!"

I felt hands roughly push money under my thong and inside my bra. This wasn't what a seventeen year old was supposed to be doing. Once the song was done, I watched as more dollars continued to be thrown.

Just for the heck of it, I unbuckled my studded bra. Showing off my "d cup" breast. Dollar bills were now all over the stage. I got down on the floor, picking all the money up along with my bra, walked off stage and into the back.

I sat in front of the tall vanity mirror counting each and every dollar I had collected. nine hundred and fifty six dollars in one night, I did pretty good. Hopefully if would cover tomorrows rent. I slid off my knee high  red boots and uncomfortable thong. Slidding on a pair of holey sweat pants and a plain white tee shirt with spects of dirt on it, I grabbed my purse and walked out the club.

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My mother snatched the money I had just made from out my hand. "I'll see y'all later." And with that she up and left. The only times I saw my mother was when she went home to collect money from me and when she wanted to fuck one of her dudes for drugs.

I sighned in annoyance and walked into my little sister, Neveah's room. She held her stomach and groaned. "I'm hungry Quanti." She complained. "Veah, we go through this everyday. You need to try to eat a much as you can at school." I said. I sat on her torn matress. 

I didn't understand why my mom had to take all the money I gave her, did drugs cost that much now a days? She couldn't she leave a few dollars for food. Nor pay rent? Nor have a job?

I should be focused on appliying for colleges and hanging out with friends but I instead I'm striping seven days a week and failing in almost every class.

I couldn't keep doing this shit.