Growing up low class wasn’t always the easiest and you knew that, constantly depending on the government checks, EBT checks. It wasn’t easy, but at least you had your friends and family, in the projects everyone was friends with everyone from up the street to the corner, so when it came to needing help from hiding from the police or just getting away from your family? You could always go to your closest friends house.

In this situation, you ended up at the back door of your best friend, Blake’s house. You knew he would take you in, you done the same for him multiple times, of course, you had to be quiet since his mother was like a hawk constantly listening and watching. He had opened it for you, quietly leading you to his room, the same weed and messy room you always knew since you were thirteen.

He flopped on his bed, grabbing his rolling tray, allowing to sit wherever. “So what happened this time?” He asked, rolling a blunt.