Pretty Paris

Chapter 2

It was late outside and I was walking back from the Burger King that was a block away from the hotel I was staying in.

I walk through the street realizing why they called this place the "Dope Hole", it literally was filled with crack heads and prostitution. I begin to walk fast keeping my head down,My mind started to wonder back to when I was kid.

When I was younger I loved my hood,i was so attached to it that when my mom finally moved away to the west side of Atlanta I cried my eyes my eyes out. My mother would give me 5 dollars every Friday for bus fair, I would pack my weekend clothes in my book bag and literally hop right of the school bus and headed straight to BankHead Train Station making my way back to the Eastside.

But then I started growing up, and I started realizing the people on the street wasn't just homeless but dopeheads and I noticed how all the apartment complex's were run down, and my friends start getting killed, and I couldn't help but notice that my clothes was always raggedy And we never had food, I slowly started to hate this place.

When I made it back to the hotel I sat on the bed and started undressing,I couldn't help but think about the club and how much money I could make. I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty plain I thought , I was small, only 103 pounds , my butt wasn't that big and I didn't have a lot of tattoos. I wasn't sure I could stand next to those other girls I seen but I had no choice I had already quit my job and got my permit so it was no Turing back now ...