Age: 19 (ON HOLD)

I was a good girl despite my rough upbringing, class A grades, obeying orders from my older brother and father, never sneaking out, and most importantly staying away from my mother, and handful of younger siblings.

One day, Quince, head football player asks me out, the little voice in my head warns me 'it is all a plan, STAY AWAY' but I played stupid and ignored it.

He was the king and I was his pawn, obeying orders against my wishes, spilling about my upbringing and hanging out.

Two days after I turned 16 on the 31st of December, I was dragged to a party against my wishes, and was publicly humiliated.

The King had handed his pawn over to the dark side, literally.

As the new year began, the new me did as well, I picked up dancing (again), fighting and visiting my mother to calm me down, which never worked.

The anger I have pent up inside me, cannot ever be diminished, no matter how hard I try.

I am a photographer/professional dancer, except I focus more on my photography, I rarely dance anymore, as my younger siblings have joined the troop.

I am a hip hop/formal dancer, I just don't like to show off.

Anyway here is my story of year 19 of life, involving cheating, gangs, guns, death, dancing and screwed up families.

Just the usual.