Work For It (Urban Fiction)

Work For It (Urban Fiction)

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Everyone should know that nothing in life is handed to; well everyone should know it... if they don't, shame on them. I work for mines, one way or another.. legally or illegally. I find ways to money for my wants and needs. Some people may look at me as a hoe, but I'm a smart, clean, pretty hoe. My mom died in a car crash, two years ago, when I was 14.. she was 5 months pregnant with a baby girl. Over time, my dad became a drunk.. and no telling what else. He's never around anymore, leaving me; a sixteen year old, a banging body, and a mind of a grown money-making woman to learn to live glamorously in the hood.
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I'm just lying here in stillness and darkness wondering why. Why did this have to happen to my mom? We have nothing we can't even afford a house. Here I am a 14 year old boy that lives in a shelter home. Mom says one day we'll get out. But I've lost all hope. And I know my mom has no hope either. If she did I wouldn't have to hear her cry herself to sleep at night. I hate seeing her in so much pain. I wish, I could get a job. Maybe since I'm younger and a boy they'll hire me. Who am I kidding? My mom's in her 30's she's not old either. Sometimes the idiots that run this place kick my mom out for the night because she's making too much noise after hours. My mom was crying; is that too hard to understand? I hate this place. Well, tomorrow's our first day apart since summer started. They're forcing me to go to high school. I'm okay with school but I don't want to leave my mom alone in this world. Well, I guess there's a better chance of me getting a job if I'm in high school. You know there's one thing I remember my mom telling me when I was young. "Never frown; you never know who's falling in love with your smile." Words to live by. Let's hope they help me tomorrow.

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