"Don't tell nobody that we moving." Mama said, "They can just find out we're moving when they see the moving van."
It was our last day living in the hood. From age one to eleven I had grew accustomed to loud music late at night, gun shots in the middle of the night, long hot summers running up and down the street with the kids in my hood. That was all about to change in a blink of an eye. No one told me that this was only one of the many changes that life was about to take me through for the next nine years.
You see my city is mad small! I mean so small we ain't even on the map and the only thing we known for is cereal. Although my city small, it is full of drama and gossip. Always some he said she said bull going on and there is always someone hating on the next individual's hustle. I try not to let none of that phase me though. I refuse to let this city take me under, period. I stay real low key on the moves I make and the folks I deal with because one slip up and all your business can be your Facebook news feed.
If you haven't guessed it yet, I'm Fayth and I'm from Battle Creek. Battle Creek is the city I have made friends, lost friends, found love, lost love, and the city I have gained a lot of wisdom from real-life lessons. I could bore y'all with my childhood memories of growing up in the hood, but I prefer to keep it real with y'all and tell my many stories of how it goes down in my city, Battle Creek. Once you turn eighteen, the creek life can either make you or break you. So, did the creek make me or break me? I guess y'all just have to stay tune and see...
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The Creek: The City where a Rose bloomed through concrete.
General FictionExplore the depths of betrayal, envy, and heartaches with Fayth. Fayth is a young woman born and raised in the city of Battle Creek. In the city of Battle Creek, friends become foes, love quickly turns into hate, and envy origins from the ones close...
