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I'm addicted to that mula .. all my life I hustled just to get that mula°
A'maria^^ pov»
I was walking through the rain from school with my hands in my pocket and my hood on my head.when I got home, my mom was in the kitchen cooking. "Hey mom" I said kissing her forehead. She didn't say anything back.. "mom you okay" I asked. She ignored me again. This time I said fuck it she going through her fase where she got no crack to shoot\smoke. I ran up the stairs to my room. I took off my wet North Face jacket and hung it up to dry. Then I threw my Timbs back in my closet. I took out my phone from my purse and got on facebook. As I was scrolling I seen Alex, one of my gay friends .To be honest Alex was to cute to wanna be a boy.. but hey who am I to judge. I kept scrolling to see Trinity, the biggest thot in ATL Ham School.
I mean Trinity wasn't ugly she just fuck to many niggas. She ran through almost every nigga in ATL. After about a couple minutes of scrolling I decide to go down stairs. My mom was on the couch passed out with a needle in her arm. I had to grab a hand mirror and set it a little in front of her nose to see if fog would appear. It did I was angry I was only 17 just a few months in August I'll be 18 and I've been saving up since I was little for the moment to move out the house. As I was watching TV my dad burst through to door. "A'maria ?" He said "yes dad " I replied "go upstairs and go in your moms closet and put 31-24-17 in the safe and grab my bag of money and gun" he said. "But dad.." "no damn buts go I don't have time " he yelled. I ran upstairs and to my mom closet and did as he told and grabbed his stuff. As I was going down stairs I heard my dad yelling "No please not my wife " he yelled. I heard another voice "James where's my money" he said "My daughter is bringing it now" he said loudly for me to hear. I rushed down stairs with the gun behind my back and handed him the bag. "Thank you cutie" he said winking. My dad tackled him telling me to grab my mom and run. I was in shock "dad no I'm not leaving" I yelled. I was shaking as my dad and the tall man was wrestling. I pulled the gun out. I new how to use it just never shot anyone.
I stood there with the gun pointed at the man's head "Maria put it down " my dad said as they both got up off the Flor. At this time my mom was already gone and left me and I was here with a gun to a random Mans head. "Look you don't know how to use that thing " the man said "try me "I stated "Micheal you raised a ruff one " he said laughing "he sure did " I said laughing back "Maria you don't need to do this " my dad said "I'm trying to help yo ass " I yelled . I still had the gun pointed to his head. I cocked the gun back . "Do it" the man said "with pleasure " I shot . No bullets came out "fuck" I said under my breath "wow you raised a smart girl but yet so dumb to even notice no bullets " he said . I pistol whipped him in the head . He fell to the ground"but I ain't to stupid to not know how to make the best of a empty clip" I said. The sirens of police came closer. "Run Maria" my dad said. This wouldn't be the first time I would be running from the cops. Me and my dad rain out the back door and over the fence. I heard a police man yell "There on foot". I ran as fast as possible. Then "POW" my dad got shot in the back. I stopped running and dropped on the ground. "Maria go don't stop for me " he said drly. "Dad I can't leave you , we made it this far " I said crying "don't worry about me just go , I promise I'll be fine . Now don't cry and be tuff" he said. I got up "I love you" I said . I started back up running as he got put in hand cuffs. I didn't even look back I just kept going.
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Now it was dark out and I needed somewhere to go. I decided to go back to the house to grab some stuff and my money I've been saving up. I walked up to the porch and the windows was busted. I walked up to my room my drawers where throne all over my room. I gathered my suitcase and some shirts and pants. I grabbed some under garments and my tooth brush and soap and rag to wash with. I went to my closet to see my safe with dents all in it. The police couldn't get in it though. I opened it and grabbed my money. I grabbed my suit case and money and I was out.
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Rich
RandomA'maria (Auh-mar-ri-uh) grew up in a little town in Atlanta. Her mom was a crack head and her dad sold it. She was raised to duck from bullets run from cops and shoot at the opps. that is what you might call the struggle , A'maria calls it hustle.