Harlem Ventiaga
''In the court of law, Harlem Ventiaga, I sentence you to six months in Redemption Camp. You are to work, do as authority says and do not place yourself in any repeatable mischief otherwise you will be placed in prison. Real prison.'' The words continued to echo inside of my mind as I sat inside of the room provided by the Redemption camp. This is exactly like jail if you ask me. No talking during meditation is allowed, no privacy is allowed, no breathing is allowed. I might as well die anyway. I was given a hit that wasnt even my fault. I was set up by a couple of females who, at the time, was supposed to be my best friends for life. They hated my girl Daisy -who was from the west coast- with a passion because their families were supposed to be something like sworn enemies. I told them to straight drop that black on black crime because it was senseless and Daisy wouldn't bust grape at a fruit fight (When it wasn't neccesary.) Unfortunantly for both me and Daisy, they weren't having that. They decided to take it upon themselves to play her into thinking that they actually wanted to be cool and Daisy -being the peacemaker she was- fell for it. She didint know them like how I knew them and when I arrived at the spot, Daisy was already coldblooded. Down on the ground dead. Out cold. By the time Policeman got there, the girls were gone and I was left there with a weapon in hand and Daisy beneath me making it seem like I had hurt her. But, its only a matter of time before I am avenged. So, while I am stuck here to do absolutely nothing, I'll be right here sketching my plan out for the day I see my ''friends''' faces again. And they'd better be pissy afraid. Why? Because ya girl aint going alone.
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Harlem Girl (Urban Novel)
Mystery / Thriller"Despite the mistakes both your father and I have made, We both love you deeply. Although we've dug our own graves, we just want you to know that no matter what happens, you'll always be our Harlem Girl." ~ Chicago.
