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Chapter 3// I don't care, but he so sprung

My grandmother use to always say

“you know you ugly when you go to the corna sto and nobody try to get yo numba, yea yoos a ugly bitch”

And I use to always laugh, cause grandma you too old to be trying to give somebody your number. I really miss that lady.

Today I stumble across the hood. It reminded me soo much of my childhood. I wasn’t always rich, I remember up until I was 16 years old we struggled. HARD! I remember boiling water on a hot plate just to bathe with hot water. I remember sharing a pack of noodles with my grandma. Times were hard. When my parents passed away, they froze their account treated my grandmother as a suspect. Claiming she killed my parents for insurance money. She didn’t even know my parents had life insurance. My grandmother and I fought the city and won the case. My parents were big time lawyers, that’s what I planned on doing with my life.But you know things change, life change and people move on. After that whole ordeal my grandmother and I was happy and just wanted to get on and forget everything. We already lost enough.

I peeped I didn’t have a blunt and of course I smoke so I need one. I hop of the car walking into the bodega. I ask walk up to the counter ask for a Grabba Leaf and go about my business. I reach for the door, suddenly a gorgeous chocolate young man is in my view

“Wow i don’t think I ever seen you before”

I roll my eyes. He is fine, his eyes is what pulled me too him. It’s like he was staring deep in my soul and could see all my cracks.

“Can I get your number?” He asked whole point his phone towards me

I was shook for a moment. I swallowed nodded yes,grabbed the phone and input my number. Placed the phone back in his hand

“Winter” I smiled and walk away.