(New Chapters Whenever I feel Like It)
Meet 19 year old Jordan Wright a student at U.C.L.A.Who just got out of a 3 year toxic relationship with 20 year old Brooklyn drug Lord Christopher Wallace.
She promises herself that she'll never love aga...
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For the last 2 week's I've been back & forth from school to the library constantly so I decided to come to this frat party on campus to get my mind away from everything.
"Aye I'm glad you could make it my nigga!" Tyrin yelled over the blaring music as he walked up to me.
"What up nigga how long you been here?" I asked as I gave him dap.
"Shid I don't know aye come to the back with me real quick homie." Tyrin replied.
"Aight."
As we walked through the party everything seemed to go by rather rapidly. The fast pace music got everybody on the dance floor others involving themselves into drinking contests and other stupid shit that wasn't nun of my business.
Before I knew it were at the back of the frat house in the backyard everything was mostly tranquil only people that was back here were the hippies & the Jamaicans.
"Yo smoke one with me." Tyrin spoke.
"You gone roll it or am I gonna have to do it like I always did?" I joked.
"Shut up nigga I know how to do it now you know back then the whole hood smoked joints." Tyrin replied pulling out a bag of bud.
"True dat but don't forget I put the whole muthafuckin neighborhood on blunts old niggas askin me "what's that young blood?" Wit they match stick joints n shit."
"Damn I can't believe it's been dat long it don't even seem dat long ago." Said Tyrin.
I nodded my head in agreement.
"So how's La been nigga?" I asked.
"It's been good now but not at first cause you gotta know your sets & colors." Said Tyrin as he lit the blunt.
"So you still doing dat actin shit? Asked passing me the blunt.
"Yeah that's really why I'm here to be honest L.A. can take you places nigga." I said hitting the blunt twice before passing it back.
"Hey at least you got something your good at."
"Oh come on everybody got somethin they good at."
Tyrin remained silent as he passed it to me. A few seconds later He shook his head no vigorously.
"I ain't shit Pac I'm just another dopeboy in south central tryna get out thankfully I'm able go to college but that's not guaranteed I could shot by gangs mistaken me for a rival member in another gang or get harassed by the pigs and get thrown into prison for some shit I ain't even do. If I die ain't nobody gonna cry yeah my grandma & grandad and maybe a couple of homies from the block then after about a week or two of celebrating my name everybody gonna forget about me I'll just be another black nigga dead from "senseless gang violence " and that's just until another kid gets killed. look what I'm saying is you got something that can take you very far Pac you got real talent use dat shit nigga and shit who knows you be able to help me out."
