Represent

Chapter 1

Hey I just want y'all to read this and comment what you're thinking keep it positive and tell me how I'm doing 🤗👎👍👌

P.s up top is Desireé and Drew also the cover.

"Mom I'm going out to hang with Drew and some friends." I have no girl friends of course. But oh well they can stay hating because I'm​ always around boys. But, I ain't a little thotler running around getting past along like a blunt. Getting pregnant at 17.

"Ok but don't come back pregnant."
She yells from upstairs.

That's why I love her. I only have her my dad is in prison for ten years drug possession.

I grab my lightweight jacket and head down the street in my shorts, tank top with my soldier Jordans on. In California I dont know why I bother with a jacket. On the way I see two kids playing in the street.  I notice it's Davin and Markus. When Mrs.Betty comes out.

"GET Y'ALL BEHINDS OUT THE STREET!" I snicker. She sees me and smiles. "Hey Miss.Richmond."

"Hi Mrs.Betty, kids giving you a hard time I see, let me handle them for a day. I will t-."

"And have one of them come up with a broken neck. No I'm fine, baby." She waves her hand in dismissal and a chuckle.

I laugh and wave good-by.I knew Mrs.Betty since I was born. My mom and her are bestfriends. My mom working as a doctor nights.

I reach Drew's house and knock. Drew swings open the door on the second knock.

"Oh it's just you." He lets out a long breath

I fake the heartbroken look.
"Well I'll just leave if you're expecting someone more important than me." I turn​ to leave.

"Des you can come in of course. I'm just waiting on a package."

"Package of what. Drew now I know your not starting drugs now are you." I turn his face towards me with my finger to look at his eyes.

"No it's just Jordans i customized." He shakes his head to get out of the grip I didn't know I had of him.
He says I'm violent but I don't think so. I'm loving and caring for his well-being. Even though he's 18 and I'm 17 and my cousin I still treat him like he's my little brother. But, thank the heavens for me being the only child. I admit I love getting what I want. I have a job that​ I'm about to quit anyway because they don't give me hours and I only work one day one the weekend. Due to me playing basketball which doesn't interfere with working Thursday thru Sunday. But whatever. I hope I get fired because they don't want me to tell them I'm done.

"Better be." I softly punch him on the shoulder.

"Want to go play some basketball." He shows me his step back with a fake ball shot." Don't worry I'll take you easy."

"Boy, you know I beat you every game but if you want to try," I shrug. "lets go."

I pull my hair into a tight high bun, yes I have Indian hair, got it form my grandmother. He grabs the basketball and we start down the street. Occasionally he takes quick glances behind him. I ignore it go into the YMCA heading to the vending machine. I didn't bother eating before I left home. Incerting a dollar and pressing the buttons to get the poptart.

We go downstairs to the gym. I sit down to eat while Drew goes to shot some shots. I pull out my iPhone 7. And look through my messages. I have one from boy-bestfriend, Trayvon. At one o'clock. It's two now.

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