I've been walking for a long time is all I know it just seems to get darker and darker. I sighed climbing a tree all the way to the top. Once I got to the top I sighed taking in a deep breath smelling nature. Its beautiful even in the night.
I looked up past the leaves that were above me into the stars of the night sky. I felt a sudden deja vu its pretty funny. I shook my head chuckling softly to myself. I tightened my bag on my shoulders as I looked over the woods past shadows and animal figures and logs I even caught glimpse of a stream where the moon light was reflecting off of it.
I smiled. I feel so much freedom and at peace right now. I spotted a cabin climbing down the tree I made my way there as best as I could being quiet not to disturb the animals that could possibly rip me into pieces in a 3.5.
I pushed open the cabin door and closed it behind me. I checked the entire place with my gun extended in front of me. It was empty. I went back to the front room finding a light switch , turning on the light. There's no TV in this living room a couch faces the fireplace and between the two is a coffee table.
I locked the front door and sat on the couch I dumped the bag of money on the coffee table. I counted up to 2500 which meant the fucking feds took the other 2500. Frustrated I put my money back into my bag putting my head in my hands.
At this point I needa' stop fucking up and get my shit together I don't have time to be in and out of jail or maybe next time I do get caught up I might not be able to slip out like I always do. I sighed. What am I gonna do?
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Getting up I went and ventured the upstairs and I found a closet full of clothes. I showered and dressed into a pair of sweat pants and a wife beater lacing up my converse. I put my bag on tightening it around my waist I picked up my clothes and burned them after making sure my pockets were empty. I cleared my finger prints and left.
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"Santana I heard your ass was locked up ... Again, Far be it from me but dont blame me for calling you a rat."
I rolled my eyes at Keis. "Jealousy is a virtue."
"Jealous? Little girl what do I have to be jealous about?" He said putting his dreads in a rubber band.
"That I know my way around Burberry - That i been in the game a shorter time then you have and my street cred is higher than yours ... Or maybe I have more bodies than you - Should I go on?"
Keis smacked my feet off the couch sitting beside me. "Me and you are no longer friends."
"Whatever - I needa' make a few drops my moneys low."
"What you spend it on I swore your ass had ten grand."
"I did Keis , I slipped 2500 under my sisters pillow one night leaving me with 7500 i bought a car for 2500 and I had 5000 left I got locked up and the feds took 2500 now that's all I got."
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Rigging The Game [Urban]
Teen FictionThis whole society is at war. With guns , for money , for food, for struggle , for life and understanding. The littlest things have way more meanings to it then they're thought to. Our whole government and lives are full of foreshadowing most don't...