Fighters

I held my breathing and watched as the person who shoot the gun walked outside.

One, two, three

"Where the fuck is he?" He yelled

"I thought you said you shot him?" Some other dude said

"I did. Well I think so." He sat down on the curb holding his gun in his left hand

"The rule is to never miss, you know the consequences if you did. You brought this onto your self." The other dude walked away

My beef was never with him, only with the guy who shoot at me around my brother. I stood up, lining up my gun. I aim to kill, everyone knows that. I pulled the trigger, watching as the the blood splattered against the brick wall and concrete. His body fell backwards, I watched as his eyeballs stay in one place. I put my guns up.

I took of running like the niggaI was, before the police came.

Phora Alit Morgan and Kya Kamaria Kenya are your typical African American people living in a dangerous, unloving and unappreciated world. They both been through the worse, but the worse is the reason they both succeed and why they'll always continue to fight.

Please enjoy and excuse all mistakes 🙂 I've procrastinated enough on this Book and many more of my works 😭.