The Family Of The Lyons Experienced Basic Lives Of Any Other. Good Paying Jobs, Good Home, Three Boys. The Sons; Jamal, Hakeem, And Andre.
The Married Couple, Havana Lyon And Her Husband. The Family Would Never Trade Their Lifestyle For Another. Th...
I felt my body being jolted awake. "Hey. Up." I heard a strong voice say into my ear. My eyes shot open immediately. I sat up quickly, looking around and grabbing my M1216 from the side of me. I looked up to see my mother, her arms folded. She was dressed in black cargo pants, boots, and a rough material sweater.
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I guess she picked that a couple years ago because she didn't want it to slow her down.
My brothers sat up fast as well. "Hey. You ain't gotta be alarmed unless I say you do." She Said. Her hair in the usual bun that's it's been constantly redone in for years.
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"How's the eye, ma?" I asked. "What eye?" She replied. The usual response.
"We need to get moving. Get packed up. We need to head north before night falls." She Said, putting her backpack on her shoulders. Me and my brothers obeyed. She grabbed her dagger, sticking it into the side of her backpack.
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We began to pack up our things quietly, but not moving slow enough. We've been through hell these past years, you've probably noticed by now. I've seen the absolute worst of things. The most torturous. So much to where all I can do is excuse it. It's no longer a scarring thing.
