The ghetto child ,the sad case ,the unfortunate one, and wait a minute you can't leave out the forgotten one.
Usually these assumptions would make me angry well all except one: Ghetto Child.
This story takes place where last breaths, fast money an...
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you ~ Maya Angelou
Theghetto child, the sad case, theunfortunate one—and wait a minute, you can't forget theforgotten one.
Usually, these assumptions would make me angry, except for one: Ghetto Child.
This story takes place in a world where last breaths, fast money, and love thrived simultaneously. However, what you expect is not what you get.
- I Laughed -
It's The Hood !
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You ain't talkin' 'bout my niggas, then what you talkin' 'bout? Gangstas move in silence, nigga, and I don't talk a lot I don't say a word, I don't say a word Was on my grind and now I got what I deserve, fuck nigga
Chapter 1: Memories August 24 Monday
Knock Knock
My alarm went off— playing Meek Mill.
I groaned and reached over to my nightstand, sliding the snooze button on my phone. "You still feeling under the weather ?" My granny pushed past the old piece of wood, making her way to my bed and taking a seat.
I was lying on my stomach under a pile of covers, feeling incredibly tired. I usually wake up early on weekdays, so if I was still feeling tired, it meant I had overslept. I picked up my phone and checked the time: 7:24 a.m.
I turned over, knocking off all my covers in the process, and looked towards my granny who was still sitting at the foot of my bed. "I'm feeling groggy, but why are you up so early?" I asked.
"I have a doctor's appointment around eight, but your aunt Selma called last night to tell me she's been sick and feeling weak. So, I'm going over there to check on her and make sure she's okay. You know how she is." My granny laughed and patted her back pockets down for her cigarette box. I groaned dramatically, rolling my eyes. Here she goes with her morning fix.
What's worse than waking up in the morning to a house that smells like straight Newports and Camels? I can't figure it out for the life of me, but just thinking about it made my head hurt. After two minutes of digging, guess where she found them, muthfuckas: in her bra, typical.
I was annoyed as I watched her do exactly what the doctor had advised her not to do. "I thought the doctor had told you to stop smoking?"
