Twisted

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Because y'all love me let me run something by y'all real quick 😬

So twisted is basically finished in my mind I have all the chapters planed out until the end from here so we good. Update coming soon btw.

As for Teacher's Pet I've been stuck. So stuck that I started writing a chapter for a whole new story 😂🙄. I'm sorry I'm like that idk why I just am.

My attention span is short. If something ain't keeping me focused I'll drift off. Teacher's pet is too slow for me which is making it hard for me to write.

Anyway because I haven't updated either I thought I'd share this chapter I just dry ass wrote with y'all to keep y'all entertained.

Now I don't know when I'll publish this book or if I will but I like the idea a lot. This would be a smooth transition from Micah and Cassie 🌚

Anyway have joy...

Reagan Scott:

Walking down the street toward the corner store that rested on Alabama just a few blocks away from my house, I tried to hurry as it was already dark out. My brother Ryan was running the streets as usual and wouldn't be home until early tomorrow morning. Although I hated that he hustled for a living, I couldn't lie and say the money wasn't something we needed right now.

Ryan was the typical older brother that got on my nerves, but spoiled me rotten at the same time. He was the only male figure I had. He was twenty one to my seventeen an always acted more like a dad than a brother, but not having a father growing up I guess he figured I needed that. I was thankful, but at the same time I wondered what it would be like if people knew me and weren't scared of my big brother.

Picking up my pace as I noticed some local crack heads lingering I took longer strides as I crossed the street. It didn't matter how long we'd lived in this neighborhood I still didn't feel comfortable.

Houston was home to many ghetto's and I was living in the most popular one. Third ward Texas all blacks no Mexicans as the saying use to go. My brother and I currently lived in the house we grew up in with my grandmother. God rest her soul she passed away last year, and Ryan has been taking care of the bills while I finish out my senior year.

This year in itself has been tough as hell for us, and with the hand we've been dealt I don't believe there's anymore losses we can take.

Finally reaching the corner market I entered the store letting the air condition cool me from the humid night air. Looking toward the register I smiled politely at Apollo who was the guy who'd been working this store since I was little. Apollo was a nice Pakistani man who was always smiling and loved what he did.

Smiling back Apollo gave me a head nod. "Another Coke run?"

Laughing I nodded my head yes.

Walking toward the back of the store I went to grab my soda. I didn't know what it was with me and Coke, but I had to have one everyday. My grandma use to tell me I was going to turn into a Coke.

Grabbing the can Coke from the fridge I walked toward the chip isle ignoring my phone that was vibrating in my pocket. As I tried to debate on whether I wanted hot fries or hot chips, I heard the door chime again. Still being picky on my decision I settle for a bag of Doritos as I was headed toward the front to pay.