"Could I talk to you for a minute?" I went on to ask Stokeley as he sat alone in the basement with a blunt in hand. "No." "Here we go again.." I mumbled to myself, discreetly rolling my eyes. "We just talked about this last night and you apologized, now we're back to square one." "Don't care." He blew smoke from his nose. "Alright." I nodded slowly. "..and you know what, neither do I." I spoke up, tired of him and his shitty, weird attitudes. He was just a big ball of negative energy and I was sick of it. Mostly because all he was going to do was turn around and apologize then expect everyone to forgive him. "Who you talking to like that?" "You." I snapped, fed up as he looked up at me with his eyebrows raised. The room grew silent, making this more dramatic than intended. He then stood to his feet, looking down at me with a scowl plastered on his face. "You better watch yo' mother fucking mouth." Deciding I wanted no trouble with him, I grabbed my stuff to go. "Sierra, I'm leaving." I spoke once leaving out of the basement. "Why? What's wrong?" She asked as she sat on the couch with Johnny in the living room. "I'm tired of him and his shitty ass attitude." I spoke truthfully, pointing towards the basement door. I was done curving my tongue. "Just because you lost someone important to you doesn't mean you can treat everyone around you like shit. We've all lost people." Everyone looked at me with wide eyes as if they'd never expected me to be this way but it was just how I felt. I needed to let it out. Unlike some people I didn't hold things in. "I'm leaving. I'll see you back at home. See y'all." I spoke, excusing myself and walking out of the front door.

After years of hiding in the shadows, Saija meets Demetrius and decides to change her life. Follow their story that is filled with lies, gangs, and chivalrous love. TW// self harm. Yes, I know the original chapters of this book need so much work, as I am rewriting it in the drafts, but the story is still there! Just a heads up.

Sentiment (noun) sen·​ti·​ment ˈsen-tə-mənt : an attitude, thought, or judgment prompted by feeling. "You just don't look....safe." Essence said while sipping her drink. "Naw, I only ain't safe for the niggas that hate me." "But for you, I'll be real cautious..."

This story is about a teenage girl who is being sent away to a boarding school for being a brat but little does she know it's not the type of boarding school she is thinking of

Eve is really insecure about her body ,and her mother with her addiction is no help. Getting into trouble with her two faced friends are the only highlight of high school , but when a new boy shows up and is interested in her the real drama starts. Dark secrets and truths will come to the light. Eve's life is an emotional roller coaster are you down for the ride?

𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐬. 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧), 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲? 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐦𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭

misunderstood /misəndərˈsto͝od/.

"plant your seeds, provide me light, water me. I will grow." my works #1. #1 in urban story, 03/31/'19. #1 in urban romance, 03/26/'19.