Just Like Me

***THIS STORY CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT, 16+ ADVISED ***

This story is inspired by the song "Just Like Me" by Summer Walker. It is important that you've listened to the lyrics and comprehend the importance of the words. The storyline is based on the message in the song.

\ 3rd Person Omniscient \

Rosèliyn Monroe
(ROSE -SE-LEEN)

Roséliyn was a mix between Haitian and Italian freshly out her youth, aged 19. She had a beautiful fair complexion, Sandy brown hair that held curls naturally, Deep black eyes that you could get lost in, 2 tattoos placed just above her right cheek one that wrote "love scars" the other with a cloud and lightning above it, Being at the height of 5'8 she wasn't necessarily short but wasn't the tallest. She was damn near perfect. Her shape made her almost goddess-like with nice a-cups that perked up. Complimenting her ass which made any bottoms she wore crease at the edge of each cheek. Below were a pair of toned thighs that matched. She kept her size 6 feet done, and completed with gel nails.

Roséliyn independently lived in the highest of condo's in the city of Atlanta, Georgia.

Her daddy was a well-paid and known, Lawyer whom had plenty of income to go on retirement for the rest of his life, but his job was his pride and joy. Putting "low lives" away made each day a better day. Personally serving up of cases of justice, for his late wife. His job consumed his void and his daughter wasn't a priority anymore. His wife; Roséliyn's mother past had returned to claim her life. She was abducted, tortured and killed it was a fulfilled vendetta from a kingpin.

Soon after Roséliyn became troubled, due to her mother's tragedy and her dad's negligence. She found comfort within the streets, building an foundation and seducing dope boys to get where she is.

**** PROLOGUE CONTINUED ****

Enjoy! I've finally decided to start back writing!