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...
New beginnings are often disguised as painful endings ~ Lao Tzu
Chapter 2: Change August 24 Monday
Jai'yanna's POV :
Every time I reminisce about that specific moment in my life, I can't help but shed tears. All I can do is pray that my days never resemble those again.
I picked up my Nike shorts from the floor and put them back on. As soon as I stepped out of my room, I went through the kitchen and saw my niece, CocoButter, sitting on the couch in the living room, playing with her baby dolls. "Morning, TT!"
I smiled, "Aww, good morning, my little luv bug! Where's your butt-ass uncle at?"
"Over here, sleep," she answered before running her hands through the dolls' head again.
I shook my head.
Anotha day Anotha dolla' man
I walked towards the kitchen, looking for something to cook. I was a bit hungry, and I thought the heathens could have a light breakfast before going to school.
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A/N💗: This is what the kitchen looks like or use your imagination
I opened the refrigerator door, hoping to find the eggs, milk, pancake batter, and last night's leftovers. But then, it hit me: today was a Monday. And everyone knows that L.A.'s Monday morning traffic is like trying to get to a party while crossfaded and in a bucket with two rims on Friday night—you're not making it.
It's equivalent to HELL.
I glanced at the oven clock to check if I had some time to spare: it was 8:00 am.
Hell Nah!
I would have to leave the house immediately just to ensure they get to school on time.
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