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Chapter One x New Flame
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'Who said you can't find love in the club?
'Cause I wanna tell them they're wrong
Come on, just, baby, try a new thing
And let's spark a new flame' - Chris Brown
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Essence
"Bitch, I can't believe we just graduated." my bestfriend Bianca screamed in my ear as we were on our journey walking home from our highschool. As much as I should be upset for my parents not showing up to my graduation tonight, I was still happy as I could ever be. Through the struggle, I managed to finish high school within the top 20 of my class. That's a blessing because my mom was a drop out in the 9th grade. I made it further than she did, and that mean't a lot to me alone.
"Yes boo, we got to turn up tonight. I swea' I wanna' get drunk off my ass just to forget everything I got goin' on at home. Tonight the turn up is going be real, for sure." I said as we continued to walk in the darkness of the night. It was late, but this was the only way we'd make it home, our own two legs.
It was around 9 o'clock now. Bianca and I stayed in the same building, so instead of me going home to deal with my drunken mother tonight, I went straight to her place. Her mother had to go to work right after the graduation, so we had the house to ourselves. Bianca's mom was just like mine as well. She supported the both of us through everything, because my drunken parent couldn't spend an hour out of her day to see her only child accomplish something that she weren't able to. A bunch of bullshit, right?
We passed all of the crack fiens and drunks on the stairs as we made our way up to the second floor. It reeked of piss, weed, and sex from all of the old prostitutes that are in and out of this place throughout the day. I swear all I want to do is make it out of here, because I'm fed up with this lifestyle. I'll never forget that I come from here, but this is not where I want to spend my life. I want better for myself. Getting out of the ghetto was my main focus now that I was done with school. I had planned to go to college, but even with the scholarship I still couldn't afford it.
Bianca unlocked the door to her place, 2B and we went inside of her home. Although the building itself looked raggedy and torn up on the outside, the inside of Bianca's place was the complete opposite of that. I mean, it wasn't decked out in expensive things, but with what she had gotten from the thrift stores and flea markets, it looked great.
"Come on bitch, we got an hour to get ready and then the cab will be here to pick us up. We won't have him waiting. More time equals more money that neither of us have to spend." Bianca said clearly and she was right. I only had a 10 dollar bill to my name right now, and that was given to me by Bianca's mom for graduation. We weren't fortunate like most of the kids who got brand new cars for graduation, we were lucky for this 10 dollars. That whole fee itself was to get into the nightclub we were going to for tonight, so I'd just be broke while looking good.
We went to her bedroom and closed the door behind us. Bianca turned on her box radio that sat in the corner and one of the old jams came on. 'Candy Shop' by 50 cent blared through the speakers and I started to wind my hips to the beat, as she did the same. Bianca and I were closer than ever. We'd been through the struggle together, so that only made us closer.
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
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Hold You Down
General FictionEssence Brown, 21 years old deep into the drug game along side her boyfriend of 3 years Damian "Money" Johnson. Her boyfriend is the leader of every corner and borough of the south. After his father was killed , at a young age he took over & held it...
