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Hood Life and Love: It Is What It Is

A story of hood life and love. Annette Brooks is an easy going girl from the hood. She never starts anything she can't finish and never loses the fight. She is known for being a bookworm, so when she finds herself in the middle of a deadly fight, all things hood become a reality. Annette is soon faced with old enemies and new, while she struggles to balance school, first love, family, and the demands of the streets. When things don't go as planed she finds herself in a few fight or flight situations. The incidents to follow will change her life forever. Christian James thrives in trouble, but when he sets his sights on Annette, he decides he's going to keep her. He has no idea the journey they will have. He didn't plan on loving her, after all he lived for the streets. He feels like she is his peace and with her anything is possible. Even getting out of the hood. When an attempt to make some easy money goes wrong, and strange incidents around them start happening, he realizes he will protect her at all cost. Together they stand in the face of many enemies. They battle jealousy, temptation and hate. In the wake of it all they find comfort in friends that will follow where ever they lead and cross off names on ever growing list of foes. While trying to survive, loyalties will be forgotten and love a question in their relationship. All they while all they want is out, every time the streets call them back. Will they make it out or just accept that It Is what it is.

Shayjonez · Urban
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41 Chs

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To say I got in trouble would be a lie. When mama found out what happened. She went to go have a talk with the lady who’s children I watched daily. She made me stay at home but I looked out my window and from the way she was throwing her hands around and yelling I knew old girl was getting the best my mama had to give.

She was mad and even more upset that she couldn’t put her hands on the grown ass man that put hands on me. I was just glad she couldn’t. I needed my mama, She was more good to me here than in jail.

The next day I woke up feeling energized. I had fought a grown man. And he hit me, he really did but I had beat his ass and had him running from little bitty ole me. I came to the conclusion that either I was a bad bitch or he was just bitch made. Not that it really mattered that lil fight yesterday gave me the confidence I needed to face my bus problem.