New Orleans new jack city. My mother has always wanted to move here says they have nice jobs and beautiful houses. She was right but for me? I didn't like it . I didn't like it not one bit I missed my friends and had no friends moving from Atlanta that's all I new . Not no damn New Orleans . I was beyond upset I always wanted to cry for over a month it took me to realize we are here to stay I have been in this new school and still had no friends. But for my sister? She had about 20 already . A social butterfly but me? I didn't want no new friends I wanted my old friends . I wanted to see them and have fun . I sit in my room all day stearin at the wall . This house is beautiful this is the only thing that I like . But only thing that's kinda odd is that my family down here refuses to come over and visit and my sisters friends say the Same. Adventually 3 months has passed and still no company to me I started to feel a little bit iffy by people responses when we ask by then I had made 3 friends and they would avoid my question when I ask did they wanna come over they would ether change the subject but one day my home boy Jason told me that his mother doesn't like the neighborhood or the house we live in? I did get offended but he said are house was bad news that he doesn't know what it is that his mother just says stay away. I figured why not ask my mother I wondered if she new anything and just hadn't told us nothing . So one night I did at dinner.
Hey ma I said looking up from my plate she looked at me.
Yes?
Why do everybody act like something wrong with our house?? Did something happen here ?
That's a good question son but I honestly been trying to figure that out too .
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Devil
HorrorHe is what breathes in the dark . He is who hurts the innocent and watches you at night .Loves the taste of flesh hates the pure and tortures the weak. His face is what stays in your head.the scars is what stains your skin that's if your not dead.