Karma Brism. 19 years old. 5 foot 7 brick house for damn sure. Ass to tittie ratio on point. A face so beautiful you could say it was carved from the hands of Michael Angelo himself, actually  she was once told. Bred from a white heroin addicted mother and fifty year old Haitian pimp. Attracting older men definitely ran in her blood. 
Archibald Jackson. 57 year old. 6 foot 5 Caucasion male. Millionaire ceo. He's watched his granddaughter (Laura) and Karma play and grow up together for years and he can't help the rush of emotions he feels at the sight of a now fully adulted Karma.
Literally a story about a teenage girl going from rags to riches. From the hood to the suburbs.

My Bestfriends Grandfather

After those weirdos spilled the beans about Archibald not being on his so called "business trip" I started blowing up his phone.


"You know everybody gets white-boy-wasted at Tootsies, what if Archibald really is on a business trip? And those guys were just being drunken idiots." Lauren pointed out.


"He didn't tell me where he was going. He also said he would be out of touch." I remember the night before he so called left. "I just don't understand the need to lie."


Archibald knew everything about me. My issues with my parents, the death Rayquan, and me being attacked in the apartment.


"All I'm saying is, let the man explain himself before you go all ape shit!" Lauren exclaims, throwing her hands up.


"Oh, I am not gonna go ape shit." I say calmly.


Lauren sighs. "Kay." She begins, "there are veins popping out of your neck." She points her finger right above my shoulder.


Chapter 14