Chapter 1

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Amari Collins^

Growing up I didn't have the best child hood. Both of my parents had died when I was around 10. That's what people believe started up my "unbearable behavior". I stayed with my grandma for quite some time all the way up to junior year actually then left. She didn't bother looking. I'm sure she was tired of the police knocking on her door at 2am discussing another one of my shenanigans. Reason why I left. As you know friends come and go so after senior year I took a year off and got accepted into NYU. I'm so ready to leave this sorry excuse of a school. I been ready to dip, leave, bounce all that. I BEEN BEEN! Okay! But anyways.. I usually get judged negatively and positively. Positively because when you look at me you don't see a girl whose been in and out of a police car since she was 13 all the way up to last week😂. That doesn't last long until rumors spread. See everybody talks. That's where the negative comes in, I always hear "watch her" "hold onto your bags" or someone rapping Thief in the Night by Young T.H.U.G. I use to fight them but, now I just don't give a damn. Then they wonder where they watch went.
I do have one friend though. My girl Simone. She's a little on the good girl side but that's what I like about her. She's not like me.
"Ms. Collins you're late! You must start your exam now" damn she can't leave me alone. Then expect me to come on time girll.
"I had to eat. You don't want me to starve do you?" She just scoffed and passed me the paper. I finished by the end of class with a little time to spare. I walked through the court yard and met Simone in the dining area.
"Hey big bum" that's just a little thing we do. "Hey little bum. Let me tell you what happened. So you know Terrah and her group right?" I'm not the only "troubled" one as they say. There's definitely more but they don't compete. "Yeah" "She invited us to this get together with her and the rest of them but she told me to specifically let you know" That girl been tryna hang with me since news about me spread. I'm not going for it I like my one friend. "Now you know I'm not going" "Would you rather go out swallow a bag of nails" "I'll take the nails with a bottle of hot sauce to go down with it" "Ughh" she facepalmed and we talked some more walking to our dorm.

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