"How was your experience? Akra! Akra! What happened? Where did you get taken? How did you and Rasheeda get separated? How did you escape?" "Get out of my lawn you crazy people!" My mother shouted at the bunch of reporters outside on my front lawn. They were asking so many questions. I felt as if i was going to pass out. My head was pondering with their discomforting questions. I'm not surprised that the town's whole focus is on me. There hasn't been anything interesting going on in Ligonier, Pennsylvania for as long as i've been living here. I bet you're wondering why there were reporters on my lawn. Oh! I'm sorry let me introduce and give a verbal description of myself. I am Akra Jones i'm 16 years old. Kinda tall about 5'7 and on the slim slide Thank you track. I'm black and white so yes i'm bi-racial. My mama got married to a low life dead beat white man who I happen to know as my father. Anyways let's go on with what happened. Exactly 2 weeks ago I went to a nightclub with my bestfriend Rasheeda Brown. We got some fake ID's and snuck into Club 137...
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A/N : kinda new at posting stories & shit but i feel like this is actually worth reading , so read it peeps 🙃
