Hey. My name is Jamille Berry. I dont have no parents, no education, no house or food, and I dont got no hope. You gonna see my life, what I've been through, and the way I live in my world. So u gon' gotta get ready for a heartbreaking & sad lil' story. You are now entering, my life of Jamille Berry.
I ran, I ran! I didnt have enough time before the cops would catch me. I reached in the bag and grabbed a fry, quickly stuffing it in my mouth while quickly turning the corner to the West End; where all them restaurants be. (TURN ON MUSIC) I heard the loud sirens goin' off in the far distance. I needed to hide so I aint gon get shot by dem cops. I was outta breath an my lungs needed some H2O. I looked upside my head and spotted a big ol tree with lotta green leafs for cover. I heard dem sirens gettin closer and closer to me. I grabbed my McDonalds bag & climbed up the tree, sittin on a high branch so I could look out for dem cops. I reached in my bag and grabbed a big mac, and dug into that mug. It was tasty.
I heard dem cops zoom past where I was gon shelter for the night. I chuckled and kept eatin. I grabbed my sprite and chugged it down my throat. It gave me a tingling sensation. I threw the bag on the ground and curled up on a branch, usin my coat as a blanket. I closed my eyes; tired.
I know the grammar sucks, but just pretend Jamille is writing this book. Okay?! Good. :3 Hope you enjoyed Prologue, Chapter 1 comes out soon!!!
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Spiritual13 Year old Jamille Berry suffers from depression, and she is also suicidal. She has no parents and is homeless, walking on the streets of Downtown Dallas every night & day, robbing resturaunts for money & food; sleeping on benches & in trees; and j...
