Hood Love

Hood Love

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Wed, Nov 13, 2019<5 mins
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My name's Mila short for (Jamila)I'm 18, I grew up in Harlem around drug dealers and murders. My mom (Kamila) died when I was 15, shot right in front of me, my mom was an amazing women but had a terrible past she got out the streets, left my dad (Andre) and chased her dream to become a pediatrician and she did that. I don't know who killed my mother but later one day I'll find out. It's my last year in high school, and I got this boyfriend named Jamal he's amazing he's been here since day one but the scary thing is he's a drug dealer. My best friend is Kamiyah that's my day one bitch she's a real ass bitch we been best friends since diapers. I have two older brother's Jayden and Jamari, Jayden is a business owner . Jamari is in high school we are twins, Jayden takes care of us. This is just the beginning of my story sit back relax and read it gets crazy from here.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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