My name is Rosanne Sofiya Andrews but everybody calls me Ro. This isn't your typical story I'm not no lonely girl and this thug happens to find his way into my heart and we live happily ever after. Nooooo this story is different and it all started in the streets of Baltimore.
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"Wake up kid!"
"What?" My voice was raspy
"Kid you got to go home. You can't sleep on the bus, that's dangerous and you know it" the man was stern
"Ighht man give me a moment" I wiped my eyes picked up my bookbag and got off the bus. I shivered as the cold wind hit me.
I began to walk down the street singing my song I've been working on..
This right here is the coldest town
Yoouuu you can't let it bring you down......
I sighed because I'm walking like I've got a purpose yet I have no where to go.
Yep you guessed it.... I'm homeless 16 years old and got kicked out because my mom is a drug addict and doesn't know better than to kick her innocent daughter out in the streets on the middle of December.....
"Ugghhh where can I crash for the night?" I thought to myself
"Lamonte!" My bestfriend would let me come over and his mom loves me and understands me and my situation.
I picked up my phone and went straight to my contact list and clicked on Lamonte's mother's name.
It rang 2 times before she picked up.
"Hi Ro, how are you doing sweetie?" She said in a cherry tone
"Hi Ms.Christina My Mom kicked me out again and I still need to get to school so can I stay for about a week or so?" I hated to beg or be a burden but it's the middle of December which means it's below 40 degrees outside... So I gotta do what i gotta do.
"Sure sweet pea you can sleep with Lae cause you know we brought you that extra bed"
God I love her "ok thanks I'm about 5 minutes away. Can you tell Lae to come downstairs and open the door?"
"Sure hunny see you soon" I heard her shuffling in the background
"Ok" a grateful smile grew upon my face
Sometimes I wish my mom was as well put together as her.........
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Murder She Wrote
Teen Fiction"You Say You A Gangster, That Don't Impress Me Nun. You Say you A Gangster Ain't Seen A Thing You Done. I Do It All Myself I Ain't Getting Help From No One, From No One". -Kat Dahlia