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My name is Chanel Lucky Lee but I go by Lucky.

I'm 19 years old living in Chicago,Illinois.

I was born and raised in Minneapolis,Minnesota.

I had booty meat, pretty feet and my shape was slim thick and neat.

I had gorgeous skin with a pretty face to match.

I stood at 5'6 and my skin was a pretty Carmel tone with a pinch of Hershey.

I knew I was the shit.

I moved out here to chicago with my grandma when I was 16 years old.

My mom sent me out here after I got kicked out of school for beating the principal ass.

At that time I was attending Henry O High School.

I don't know why or how but I was always a hard head.

I ran a clique called L.H.B (Lady Head Bangers).

 We was known for busting hoes heads open.

They knew who to try and who not to try.

I didn't know how corny that shit really was until I moved out here to chicago with my granny.

These streets were different than the soda pop.

These streets was cold and everybody was for they self no matter how hard they tried to make it seem like they was riding for you they really wasn't.

When I first moved to the Chi my grandma registered me into an all girl school named Tesla.

It was located on 26 & King Drive.

I was always attracted to girls so being at an all girl school wasn't so bad.

I ended up getting into a big fight there and got kicked out.

After that I decided to say "Fuck School".

I wanted to get into these streets to see what is was like.

I was already on my own.

My mom didn't want shit to do with me and I didn't want shit to do with her.

It was always like that.

Either she was at work or spending her time with a new nigga.

My grandma was my Angel.

If anybody came to my house disrespecting my grandma it was lights out and I meant that.

I've been hurt, absued, maniuplated and broken. 

I wore my heart on my sleeve so nobody really knew the real me.

Nobody ever asked me was I cool because everybody thought I was this tough girl with no feelings. 

I had feelings tho and I thought when I met him he cared about them, until he started showing me different...

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