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 left the booming house to go meet Rick right where I'd left him.


I joined him on the stairs with a smile.


"Hmm. Why the smile?" he asked me, amused.


"Well," he chuckled, "...I can't hide my joy."


"Hahaha, no I'm not. You're always so tough and stuff. I liked you from the start and I'm happy you accepted a date with me."


"Wow. But like I always say, don't be too happy."


"If this date goes well, will you accept another one with me?"


"One thing at a time. Let's see how the first goes."


Quite unbelievable but I could clearly see the happiness in his eyes. He that all freshmen chicks and even seniors wanted. By just looking at him, I couldn't imagine that he was this good and down to earth guy. From the first day I'd judged him to be a fuck boy. My bad. I was wrong.


Chapter 30