She was the girl the hood couldn't quite figure out - too sharp for the box they tried to keep her in, too outspoken to stay quiet about it. She had straight-A's and a slick tongue, a book bag in one hand and an attitude in the other. They said she "talked proper," but she could switch it up quick if you tried her. She wasn't chasing validation or trying to prove she was "different." She just was. The girl who could school you in class and still hold her own on the block - the type they'd whisper about, but secretly admired.

𝗜 𝗳𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲