"Phabi, you know I hate to write. Fuck, why do you think I dropped out of Highschool? But I made you a promise. I promised I'd do anything to make you happy. And if that means writing you a story then so be it. My little Edgar Allen Poe." I began reading his notebook. "If the lights shut off and it's my turn to settle down, my main concern. Promise that you will write about me." I wept, wetting up Chris' notebook as I let the rose fall on his casket. The day was too beautiful for such a sad occasion. But, if anything this will be fuel to my fire. I will write about you Chris. And it'll be a damn good book.

Kali Nyah Thomas. A 17 year old girl 5" 4' light skin small figure. She is sick of her life style she lives. With a crack head mother, older sister who treats here like shit. She wants to have a better life for herself she barely has food to eat but continues to keep a smile on her face. What will she do when she wakes up in a alley. when she runs into Atlanta's biggest King Pin Jerome, will he help her out or will he treat her like all the other females on the block. Jerome. At 20 years old Atlanta's biggest king pin 6"1' light Carmel complexion. Everyone knows not to mess with him and his money. He has no sympathy for no one but family. Will Kali change that it or will he push her away with his stubbornness.