safe haven for the misunderstood

chapter 1

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The name ive earned is savage nena but the name i was given was ne'sina malusa tates..
My mother was once a beautiful Spanish woman ...
now shes a crackhead, strung out somewhere ,maybe dead by now.. and my father....he was a strong jamacian man who did whatever to take care of home,... He died in a home invasion gone wrong 2days before my 13th cday..

Im 17 now ,but my cday is 2months away and every year my heart stops at 12 ,and a prayer and moment of silence is taken for the loss of my world that once was.. ..

I do private hustles at night and public school in the day... People can say alot of things about me, but they can't call me broke, dumb, or a slouch.
Thats facts...

I have tattoos and piercings all over my body, im 5,1 and my real hair is long and naturally bold, light brown and beautiful ...

I used my first gun a .380 ,at the age of nine...i was awakened by the sound of muffled screaming coming from the kitchen, i was tought to observe first and evaluate the situation then find an approach, so thats what i did.
I slowly and carefully made my way down our carpet steps stopping at the first room; my parents office, i reached under the wooden desk for the all black gun ,cocked it ,and took off the safety,keeping my fingers off the trigger like my father showed me... Then crept down the hall...

a tall dark skin slender man had the audacity to come into my familys home ..he had his back turn towards me and seeing my mother muffled up and tied up in a wood chair crying and beat up ...it really was a sore sight to see..
I looked to see his gun was set on the counter..
I took that opportunity and i quickly but quietly came out with the gun aimed at his head "wrong move pussy" *BANG *! I checked for a pulse but it went faint, so I untied my mom ,cleaned her up and called my father.
I didnt tell him anything over the phone, he didn't play that shit.
He arrived about 15mins after we hung up ,with his cleanup workers... He wasn't too fond of the police either so that never was an option...

He was very proud of how well I handled myself and protected home, ive had my own pistols ever since that day.... but we never talked about the guy again.. I never asked questions, i only knew what I was supposed to...
I honestly think that man was the connection between my fathers death...

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*Bleep bleep bleep bleep*
My alarm clock read 5:15am, i hit the button,i got up brushing my teeth and jumped in the shower for about 20mins ,lathering up with my 🍐 pear and shea butter body wash..

I moisturized my skin with raw cocoa butter and body oil. I went to my closet pulling out my white levi shirt and ripped denim jeans with white samoas. I threw some jojoba oil in my hair, putting it in a long sleek pony tail, I grabbed my crybaby bookbag putting my pistol, binder,pen,and my snacks in my bag, walking out the door.
I got in my black gs450h 2009 lexus with tinted windows omw to school..

My last class ...
The last bell had rung
And I was on my way to my locker when the new dude accidentally bumped into me ,sayvion mincer