Harlem Rahim. A girl from the hood. From Brownsville, Brooklyn.
Born of an Israelite father and an afro american mother. Quite a juvenile delinquent and not ashamed to be.
If you grew up the way I did, you'd probably be one too. Just turned eighteen years old. Poor but not stupid.
I'm gonna go all the way to get out of this mess.
To get 'us' outta this. Even discover a world out of the hood life.
But never forget where I come from. Where I belong.

HARLEM

I got my food and went in search of free tables with Yasmin. As we walked through the crowded cafeteria, I Saw Lucas. He motioned me over. There were two free seats by him.


I held Yasmin's hand and led her over there.


As we approached, Lucas stood up with a bright smile. He looked happy for someone who'd claimed he was very tired a few minutes ago.


"Hey, Jarl. Kept you a seat." he started but then noticed Yasmin.


"She's the best friend you told me about? Yasmin?"


"Yup. She finally made it." I replied happily.


"Nice to meet you, Yasmin. You seem familiar. Have we met?"


"No, I don't think so." Yazz lied and I shook my head in amusement.


"You're probably right. You should have a seat."


Lucas being behind me was kind enough to pull my chair for me to sit.


"Hmm. Why are you so happy, Lucas? And since when did you become a gentleman?" I mused.


Chapter 26