Sometimes I ask myself...Why am I here under these circumstances, living conditions, just these people around me to begin with. My name is Valentina Maya Cruz. And let me tell you about this so called "life" God put me in.
Enough with what my parents used to call "foolish talk". They're the reasons I feel this way. It all started about two years ago. After my mom's dad died she went of the charts, I would come come to weed or estacey on the table... And her knocked out cold pale skin, bags under her eyes. My dad was never around he'd leave early I'm the morning come back late at night. Anyone could tell he was cheating, HELL even Stevie Wonder could see.
But that was all before. Before I was trapped...
FLASHBACK
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"Now I need you ladies to work harder, I do not come to waste my time. Trust me when I say I could be sitting in Starbucks with my Thin Mint frap.... But me being the dedicated person I am decided to come and teach you guys a dance. If I teach you guys dances you should go home and practice to become perfection. And MAYBE dance for Alvin Ailey or I'm just setting my standards too low. From now on I expect bigger and better things. You all are dismissed."
"What's the point of Ms. Leila talking so much! The ways she looks the last place she should ever be is Starbucks maybe WeightWatchers Recipes can help". My dance partner Levana said. "How big her mouth is that frap would be gone in one gulp" I say laughing. "But with all seriousness I need to get home before my parents do." "Bye, goodnight dream about Ms.Leila's fat rolls!"
I was walking home from dance rehearsal since Levana my bestfriend perhaps my ONLY friend lives on the other side of town, and nobody could pick me up. All of the sudden I hear booming music and see bright lights coming from behind me. This definitely surprises me considering how we are in the perhaps "older" part in Queens. And it's one o'clock at night.
I turn around to see it coming closer. I turn around why would anybody want to talk to me. Suddenly a leather glove hits my face with some sort of rough white cloth. All I hear are deep voices as everything fades to darkness.
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I wake up to a cold medal on the crown of my head. I quickly let out an ear piercing scream. "Shut up bitch".
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Should I continue or not? Sorry for the semi-short chapter.
