Crushing

. 1

chapter one .
🌳. - I'm who your girl wanna be, All this cash hanging out my jeans, Hundred grand for these rollies!

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t a y l o r .

I , me , Taylor Marie Carter. My friends call me TC or Tay. I'm 15 & a sophomore at Westmore High. I loved that school. According to my mama I probably won't be able to go because we were moving into some stupid ass apartments on the other side of town. The thought of leaving my school had me pissed, but knowing my momma she might change her mind.

Anyway, when I wake six my dad left my momma for another woman. t y p i c a l . anyway... I go see him from time to time... like now.

I had to go with him for the last two weeks of July. Ugh! the worst two weeks of my life. At least I got booku clothes.

She wanted the new apartment to be a 'surprise' ... whatever makes her happy. Now, my dad was driving me back home following the directions my mom was giving him.

Ever since he left, we have been from house to house, apartment to apartment. I love my mama . I'm a mama's girl & I was spoiled even though I don't act like it.

I was not liking what I was looking at. The area we were in was ratchet as hell ! I swear I just saw some dude give a crackhead ... you know what!

I'm not a proper little rich kid... faaaaaarr from that. I was raised around shit like this. I thought maybe this time around it would be different.

We kept driving and it started to look a l i t t l e better. we turned into these really nice apartments.

There was a group of boys standing in a circle where you turn into the apartments & most of them were fine ass hell.

"Your momma gon' have to find somewhere else to stay, I don't like it round here," I turned & faced my dad.

"Why? You never here, so what's the use," he glanced at me then paid attention back to where he was going.

That shut him up 'realquick'. I shrugged it off. We stopped in front of one of the apartment doors which read: #689.

I stepped out of the car & coded the door behind me . I admired the view. I could see a lake to the right of the apartment. From far away it looked nice, but I wanted to take a closer look.

My train of thought was interrupted by someone calling my name. I turned my head and saw my little brother, Tade running out of the apartment.

Tade is 13 years old & in the 7th grade. He had to stay behind & help move. Him & my dad, which is his dad also, never really had a strong bond... But I know they loved each other ... d e e p l y .

Like father, like son.

"Sup sis!," He came & hugged me from the side.

"Hey lil nigga!," I said rubbing my hand in his hair.

"Say Tade! WASSUP!," my direction turned & saw a country ass white boy.

He wore muddy nikes & some LSU basketball shorts with a ATL Falcons hoodie.

"Hey spence!," my brother met the boy halfway & dapped him.

I swear my brother makes friends in 8.2 seconds. The last place we stayed he made 4 friends & it just so happened to be his birthday weekend, all them lil niggas was over there eating up all the food, & they still his friends till this day.

I wouldn't be surprised if he had friends in New York to China.

"Oh shit! My bad Tade. This your sister?,". The little white boy walked up to me ... scratch that :