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Okay I absolutely HATE when a writer starts their story out with: "Hi my name is Keshia Renee Jones. I'm 19 years old, and I live in the hood with my drug dealer boyfriend. I'm mixed with black and white, light skinned with long curly hair and I have green eyes. All the niggas want me but I pay them no mind." 🙄🙄🙄 that's poor character development, lousy writing, and just makes me want to delete the book altogether. It should be illegal to start your book off like that. And I also hate when writers give their characters unnecessary hard to pronounce names just for the sake of being different when it really sound like ghetto entree. No shade tho.
✨Omniscient✨
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Dear Rakim
I miss you so much. I wish you would respond to one of my letters. This is the sixth one. Are y'all on restriction or something? I know right now you feel like your backs against the wall, but I'm not going anywhere. You need someone in your corner in this trying time in your life. I'm gonna be that person wether you want me to or not. At least write back to let me know you're okay. Hopefully they'll allow you to have visitors soon.... XoXo Ebony
Rakim exhaled deeply, his eyes watering with tears as he finished reading over Ebony's letter. He quickly blinked them back, before balling up the letter, throwing it away.
He was currently in the Harris County Jail, awaiting his arraignment. The past few weeks of his life had been nothing short of a blur and felt long and tortuous. He was being accused of committing a murder he did not do. And according to the media, Rakim was nothing but a street thug who murdered Ms. Bertha in cold blood and needed to be prosecuted to the fullest extent. Some were even saying he deserved life or the death penalty and the fact that he lived in Texas didn't make it any better; a state known for its harsh sentences.
He found it crazy how one minute he was sitting in Lotus seafood enjoying dinner with Ebony and the next sitting it a cold cell, not knowing where his future lied.
