"They say she drawin' symbols in the sand 'til her pain gone, baby
They say he movin' onto the land where the gate close, baby"
Moving from Chicago to Baton Rouge with her grandmother and long lost brother Quando was a rush, but not having your mot...
I'm not NEW to Wattpad, I was HACKED. My old Wattpad was @glosantana I wrote the story The Dancer which had just hit 100k and Maya which was at 43.2k. I am angry asf yooo. But it's all good a bitch just got to start over. But one thing I will tell you, if this shit get hacked y'all will be outback. PERIODT. I love y'all but this is alot of work. But let's get into this plot and these characters thooooo.
P.S. READ THE BACKSTORY
Taylor POV
"Ma I start 6th grade tomorrow!" I said to my mom with a cheesy look on my face. I was growing up. Going into middle school I was prepared but I got it.
"Yes, mommy baby is growing up, I will be there the whole path you know that!" She said kissing my cheeks.
"What you wanna be when you grow up ma?" Mommy asked me.
"Just like you!" I said, laughing, laying in my bed.
Mommy rubbed and played in my hair until I fell asleep.
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5 hours later.
I woke up hearing glass shattering on the floor. I heard a lot of sounds outside my door. I looked out my door and saw a gun to my mommy head.
"Where is my money!" I heard a deep voice under all the black say. It was real dark I couldn't see anything, but light was on mommy.
"I told you I don't sell drugs anymore!" My mom semi-yelled.
"Kill her" I heard a voice of a girl. Shots where fired. Like 4 or 5.
I covered my mouth. I didn't want to be heard.
10 minutes later they left out our apartment. When I heard the car engines I rushed over to my mom.
"Mommy a-are y-ou going to be ok?" I said through cries. My voice was cracking up, I didn't know what to do. Why did those people do that to her?
"I'm gone be okay baby, just go call the police" She said, I rushed up went to go get the phone an dialed 9-1-1.
"9-1-1 what is your emergency?"
"Yes some bad people came in here and shot my mom, she is bleeding really bad"
"Yes and how old are you sweetie?" The operator asked.
"I'm 11" I wiped my tears and went to go get a towel to wipe the blood up.
"I-I love you sweet pea" My mom said in a weak voice. I held her hand tight.
"CAN YOU HURRY UP" I said in the phone. I felt her hand loosen a grip, she stopped breathing. That's what shocked me. My mom died infront of me. I dropped the phone.
"Is she still breathing...Hello???....Young lady?"
6 horrible years later. Present day.
"Hello..Young lady do you hear me?" My principle was standing infront of me. Every time I get in some type trouble I think about that situation. My mama was a good person dawg"
"What nigga?" I said with a attitude.
"Finally I got your attention, you are expelled for the remainder of the year" He said.
"Look I don't give a fuck, can I leave now? Cause I got money to make" I said rolling my eyes.
"Taylor I will have to call your foster mot-" Before he ever said anything. I grabbed my bag and phone and got up and left out his office.
I go out his office and into the main office and see the girl I just beat up. She look angry. I just laughed and walked out the school.
Fuck school. I'm smart as hell but that shit just wack to me period. Well this school is wack to me. All my friends go to Harper, I go to this wack ass stuck up ass school with these kids I don't fuck with.
I looked in my bag and see my weed bagged up good. I grinned. I made my way to the bus stop so I can go make this money.
Yeah I wanna be just like my mama. I always did. I looked up to her. She was a drug dealer in my city, but I want to take this shit serious. But then, I always want to be a model. That shit girly tho.
I got on the bus and proceeded to South so I can make this money. I heard my phone ringing and it was my foster mom. I hated her uptight ass. I put my phone on do not disturb.
I played G Herbo- Pain because this song is beautiful and helps me think. The bus stopped and I got off. I walked 4 blocks to the trenches and checked in with the plug and the homies. Yeah, I'm a female, but I get treated like one of the guys. But I don't trust nobody. I could never get close.
I dapped everybody up and we proceeded our job. Making this bread.
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It's been 5 hours and I been outchea. Money move slow now that shit getting real out here. But ain gone give up.
A police car stopped infront of me. Don't get nervous. Act normal. I had pounds on me.
"Taylor Andrews" He stopped me, I nodded my head slowly.
"You are under arrest for violation of your probation You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you." He said cuffing me up.
The other one looked in my bag and found the weed. I shook my head. Another charge.
I got in the police care. Ain give a fuck tho. Watch my dumbass foster mom bail me out.
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The next day
"Bail was granted" He said. I got up and I thought I was gone see my foster mother I seen this other lady I didn't know.
"Not tryna come off but who you" I said with a stern look.
"Your grand mother" The most shocked look on my face appeared.
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This is Taylor
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