The alarm rang, alerting Damion to get prepared for school. Meanwhiles, A voice from downstairs echoed towards Damion's room from the kitchen saying, ''Damion, breakfast is ready hunny !" And he responded, "I'll be down in a sec." He got up rushed to the bathroom, got dressed, then scurried downstairs to the kitchen. There he saw Uncle Joe
ripping his breakfast to pieces, as if someone had made him upset. He greeted them both by saying Good Morning. "Mom, Ac's not working again", Damion said. "Don't worry about it hunny, I'll have Mr. Charles check it out sometime later on.", Sherran replied. With no worries, Damion went ahead, ate his breakfast, then his uncle offered to drop him off to school in his, luxurious black ferrari. Did he deny his uncle's proposal? You would've had to been sick to the brain to believe that.
Nonetheless, Damion was very popular throughout high school. But he did not allow the popularity to become a form of distraction towards his school work. In other words, didn't allow the fame to get to his head. He always stayed focused, and just did what he had to do. Although Damion was popular and could get mainly any girl at school, but it was just this one girl he really wanted to talk to, but just didn't want to make the wrong approach. Aliyah Broward, 5'5 , long hair, attractive smile, pure spirit. Her eyes shimmered like the sunlight, reflecting on crystal aquamarine waters. She was extremely different from the City Girls in our school, Damion thought on.
"Ding Ding Ding "
She was walking towards her locker room, with a few important papers in which she held, spotted from a distance by Damion. Suddenly, a guy by the name of Butch Harris, bumped into her intentionally causing all her papers to scatter across the isle way. Who is Butch ? you may ask, well..he's probably one of the biggest jack asses you might ever get to meet. I mean, the guy causes trouble just for the pleasure of it. But anyways, moving foward..Damion instantly rushed up on him, pushing Butch 3 feet away from his
very first standing position. " Thought that was funny dick-head? ", Damion asked. "What you gon' do about it doofus?", Butch questioned.
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BLOOD MONEY
Детектив / ТриллерGrowing up without a father figure wasn't easy for poor Damion. His Uncle entered his life and supported both him and his mom. Going the extra mile, doing the un-imaginary are some of the features, that his uncle portrayed. Things suddenly changed...
