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Jarrell's Journey
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    Time 1h 49m
Complete, First published Mar 14, 2024
Mature
In the heart of the concrete jungle, where the buzz of the streets never ceased and the air hung heavy with the weight of struggle, Nine-year-old Jerrell navigated a world defined by its unforgiving edges. Born into the bosom of the hood, he was raised by his mother Dana and her partner, Charles, a towering figure known as "Chubb," whose presence cast a shadow of fear and uncertainty. Their existence was a cycle of desperation fueled by crack cocaine, with each hit plunging them deeper into the abyss of addiction. Their home, a dilapidated refuge, lacked the basic comforts of light, gas, and water, its walls echoing with the scurry of big rats and roaches-a bleak testament to their isolation within the forgotten corners of society. Amidst the chaos of their surroundings, Jerrell's childhood unfolded against a backdrop of urban decay, where survival meant navigating a labyrinth of dangers, both seen and unseen.
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