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...
When things change inside you, things change around you ~ Unknown
Chapter 20: Peace
I ain't never scared to take risk, I know life is a gamble Can't believe they turned they back on me Now my life in shambles I got money Thought they'd be happy for me They'd rather see me in shackles Starting the gas, I can't go backwards Fifty mili' a year my average Used to work that kitchen cabinet Playing the block, they use to laugh at me
Jai'Yanna's POV:
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The only sound I could hear was the rhythmic clacking of my heels against the tiled floor as I sprinted up to my suite. With a swift keystroke, I entered the code '4578' and was granted entry.
As soon as I stepped inside, I locked the door behind me.
I glanced over to my left and noticed a large ammunition locker from my father's coup. I pushed it in front of the door. To my right, there was an actual dresser filled with clothes for my coronation, so naturally, that also went up against the door.
I needed something else, so I bit my lip. I turned to the couch behind me and slid it from its right leg all the way to the door. I planted the couch right under the heavy objects and managed to wedge it between the items and the wall. Hopefully, this will cause the objects to collapse.
I walked over to another crate and grabbed out flash bangs and sensor grenades. I loaded my bag and placed them strategically around the suite. It took a bit of time, but I know this will give me some time to regroup.
I rushed to my actual bedroom, slamming the door shut behind me. "Grace!" I screamed, "Grace!"
"Yes, sweetheart," she peeked out from under the bed.
I could have cried. Thankfully, she's okay. I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my embrace. It felt wonderful to have her back in my arms. I knew that I would feel the same way about my baby.
Ding
I heard the elevator ring. They're here.
"Do you have anything to contact Mom with?" I asked, as I locked my actual door and started piling stuff in front of it, just like I did with the front door.
There's no way we'll escape this building's precarious structure, and the army outside is poised to apprehend me. I believe I have no choice but to descend through the window.
"Okay, yeah." She pulled her small backpack from her shoulder and handed me a phone. "Please call the most recent contact. This is for emergencies only."
