[Maria and Jada were all you ever had and you were all they ever had as well besides each other.]

[Being three queer teenage girls living in Time Square, Manhattan, New York during 1990 wasn’t easy. You always had to watch your backs specially at night. It was a hard life but you kept pushing no matter what.]

[ Maria was from the Bronx but would come to Manhattan all the time since her mama didn’t care much where she was and considered it her true home. Her and her mama Immigrated from Dominican Republic when she was 8, she’s 16 now.]

[Jada came from a black family from Chicago. At 15 she ran away from home and if anybody asked her where her daddy or mommy where she’d say they were gone but deep down she knew that they were probably home living in there own abuse and toxicity. Jada was the only one out of you two who could work since she was 18 unlike you and Maria.]

[You guys lived in a shitty, small one room studio apartment a few blocks down from the club Jada worked in as a waitress. It wasn’t much but you three were sure as hell proud of it.]

It’s well past midnight now.

Maria and you are currently catching your breaths in the alleyway behind the club Jada worked in after running away from being caught pick pocketing some white guys spewing some transphobic nonsense.

“Damn that sure was a close call huh?” Maria says while smirking at you as she finishes catching her breath.

she pulls out what money you’ve picked pocketed through out the day.

100 bucks in total

“Not bad huh? Told you my hand weren’t only good at—”

As Maria is about to finish her sentence Jada comes out from the back still in her waitress uniform to through out the trash.

“What are ya nut heads doin’ out here?” You could tell from Jada’s tired face that she was in no mood to deal with yall as much as she loved you two morons.