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Publié par	Sullivan Group Publishing, LLC
Date de parution	02 octobre 2016
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781648543876
Langue	English

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Acknowledgments

Preface

1. Keisha

2. Keisha

3. Keisha

4. Keisha

5. Keisha

6. Laniah

7. Keisha

8. Keisha

9. Black

10. Keisha

11. Black

12. Keisha

I. Sneak Peek!

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1. Sunday

2. Sunday

3. Sunday

4. King

5. King

6. King

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Unauthorized reproduction, in any manner, is prohibited.
Acknowledgments

I would like to take a moment to show appreciation to everybody in my life who supported me and those that helped me along this journey to get to where I am.
To my parents: I love you so much, and thank you for loving me and creating me. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here to even show this love and appreciation I'm giving you right now. Even though you’re in heaven Dad, I know you’re smiling and very proud of me for pursuing my dream.
To my husband, Tyrell: I love you more than the air I breathe. Thank you for pushing me and telling me I need to do what makes me happy. I appreciate the love you give to me.
To my children, Isaiah, Kaniah, Jeremiah: I love you to the moon and back, and when I look at you, I want to do better. You three deserve everything in the world, and I’m going to die trying to give it to you.
To my siblings, Shanika, Squirell, and Eric: Thanks for the extra pushes you gave me to keep writing.
To my best friends and sisters: You have been my friends for almost 20 years, you’re my biggest critics, and I appreciate your honesty. Love you guys.
Ebony Diamonds
Preface

I can’t believe I’m laying here with a mouth full of blood and a hole in my chest, dying on a wet street on Good Hope Road. This wasn’t my idea of how a dime piece like me should go out. I tried to get up and the heat in my chest just got worse. I couldn’t breathe.
“Somebody call an ambulance. Somebody help her,” I heard an elderly voice call out. I couldn’t see anymore, then shit went black. Damn, I didn’t see this shit coming. Well, maybe I did.
1

Keisha

M y name is Keisha McKinley. I grew up in Langston Lane in Southeast DC aka Soufeast for my slang muthafuckas. My hood was the serious spot and muthafuckas were scared to come through if you didn’t belong. When I was seven, I saw a nigga get stomped to death for asking for directions. Shit was that real.
I had been living here for seventeen years, and I still don’t get how this shit works. What I do know is, my ass was getting the fuck out of here as soon as I get a nigga with money long enough to keep me for a while. I was a bad bitch and only deserved the best. I was young with caramel colored skin, hair down my back and a body niggas tried to pay to hit.
My hustle was simple; play with these dumb ass niggas and drain the bank until I had everything and they had nothing. Shit, I’m only seventeen, and I got a Lexus and I stay shutting these bitches down with my clothes game. I had hoes trying to fight me because they wanted what I had on. I mean that’s what comes with being the shit.
I stay with my moms in our two-bedroom apartment on Hartford Street. My dad used to live here until he started sucking dick for crack and ran out on us with some white bitch he met at a crack house. I always hated him for that shit.
My mom was so hurt, she turned to heroin, and I hated him for that too. She used to be so beautiful, and now she looks and smells like a trash can. “That will never be me,” I often whispered to myself when I heard my mother fucking some dealer for a fix. I keep telling myself I’m going to get enough money to get her some help. I couldn’t stand to even look at what she had become. Her pretty flowing hair was now broken off and dried up; her skin was wrinkled and ashy, and her face was destroyed by that shit. I loved her anyway because, through it all, she still took care of me and made sure I had everything I needed until it got really bad.
My grandmother Annie died before I could go live with her up the street in Big 30 aka 30th St. I always liked that she lived so close to us. I had somewhere to go when I was just plain sick of the slum shit with Ma. Big 30 wasn’t no better on a violence note, but I would rather be there than having dudes running through my house to fuck my mother. Sometimes it would be dudes standing at the door in a line. I was so embarrassed and she could care less and less with each shot up the vein.
Getting ready for school was an event for me. I went to F.W. Ballou High School, and I loved it. Just the look on the face of my haters was like busting a good nut. I threw on my new black and green silk blouse with the dip in the back, a black pair of tights, and a black pair of Giuseppe heels and hooked up my accessories. I made sure my makeup and hair were intact, grabbed my clutch, then headed out the door.
Walking out feeling like a super star, I jumped into my custom painted Lexus and sped out my complex. Now you might be wondering how a 17-year-old ended up with a Lexus. Niggas’ thirsty, and I let them drink up and drop them when my shoe boxes stacked up with their cash. I kept my money in the back of the dryer so my mom couldn’t find it and shoot it up. I couldn’t wait to get to school so I could tell my best friend all about my date last night.
Laniah Little had been my best friend since pre-k. People always called us twins because we favored, but I always thought it was because we had huge asses and pretty faces. We were definitely bait. She was a down bitch. Whenever I needed her, she was there. When I saw this nigga Benny G hitting on my mom for stealing out his stash, she helped me fuck him up without question. Her life ain’t the best either. Very similar to my life actually.
I pulled up on 4th street, right in front of the school so I could be seen. Walking into the cafeteria was always my confirmation that I was on point. Going through the metal detectors, I saw Laniah and she quickly jumped up and came to check out my outfit. “Damn girl, you would think you was going to a club with that shit on.”
I chuckled and said, “Girl, you know how I roll wit mine.” I was dying to tell her what happened last night before the first period bell rang. We got a table and I started spilling. “So I went out with that nigga Shug last night and this nigga really tried to play me out. First, this nigga picked me up in a fucking 1998 Taurus. Bitch, you know I was heated. I almost walked the fuck away. Strike one.”
Laniah looked at me and laughed. “I know you was bitch. I thought he pushed that green Mercedes he always stuntin in. Girl, too fluke for me,” she kept laughing. I looked at her because I ain’t see shit funny about this, but I had to laugh too.
“So anyway, he claims his Mercedes was being detailed and it wouldn’t be ready until the morning. If he was a real nigga, he would have had more than one car. Strike two. Bitch the third strike was when this nigga took me to his mother’s house to borrow twenty dollars for the date. Strike muthafuckin’ three. Girl I called Antoine and told him I was stranded and needed a ride.”
“Oh my God. Girl please tell me you making this shit up.” I looked at her with a serious face and said I wish I was. “So what did Antoine think of picking you up from the next nigga?” Just as I was about to respond, that fuckin bell went off and it was on to my boring ass home room.
I couldn’t wait for this shit to be over. In three weeks I would be graduating, and I am so over it. I sat in my algebra 2 class, wondering why the hell the clock was moving at a slower motion than usual. Having to look at this ugly bitch was torture alone. Ms. Daniels was a sweet woman, but Lord she could use some makeup and a new wardrobe. Her breath smelled like dog shit and she was one of those up close and personal people, so I was dying every two minutes off that shit. “Seniors, I need your graduation slips or you won’t be crossing that stage this year.” I hated that shit. They always threatened the seniors with not graduating. Bell please ring, and it finally did.
I started down the hall, looking for Laniah, and I ran into this trick Candy. What a mess. I hadn’t seen hair like that since George Clinton. The shoes were ran over and the clothes were Salvation Army brand. I laughed passing her, but today, she wanted to be bold and jump out there. “Yeah, that’s that bitch. She calls herself fuckin my nigga.” I rolled my eyes. How laughable.
I turned around and said “Look you bamma ass bitch, Antoine is my nigga. He buys me these jewels and clothes I rock. He pays the insurance on my car, and what do you have? A ran over pair of shoes and a fucked up weave? Yousa sad bitch. By the way, he told me your pussy stink, so buy a douche bitch.” And on that note, I stepped