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

James loved the painting as expected and accepted to sell it at a higher price.


I'd told Lucas about my break up and he was great comfort.


The weekend arrived fast enough. I decided to travel to Brooklyn Friday night with Yasmin but we planned to return Saturday cause there was a party to be thrown Saturday night by another fraternity. The sigma alpha phi. Apparently it was one not to miss and plus, Yasmin really wanted to go.


We finally travelled Friday night while Lucas left campus to spend the night with his parents. We'd all be back Saturday afternoon.


As always, I was more than glad to be with my momma once again. She looked good and healthy, proof that the money I always sent to her was useful and helped her a lot.


The next day just before traveling, Yazz and I went visiting the whole quarter and our friends.  Of course King was no where to be found cause the cops were still after him.


Chapter 28