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

After school that day, I went straight to the sigma house were Lucas would be waiting for me. I was about to knock at their door when Rick suddenly opened it. We smiled at each other.


"Hmm, were you expecting me or what?" I mused. He chuckled.


"And you?" he smirked, "Did you come to see your boyfriend?"


"Uh no." Lucas's voice came in from behind Rick. We turned to look at him. "Sorry, but she has a painting to begin." he smiled, playfully teasing Rick. We laughed.


"Oh, okay." he then turned to me, "A kiss before I leave?"


"Sure." I smiled and we held each other before sharing a short but hot kiss. We then broke it and I opened my eyes fast enough to catch Lucas looking away, trying to avoid the awkwardness. I tried not to laugh.


"Yup." I replied as he walked down the porch. I then turned to Lucas with a smile. He rolled his eyes and I laughed.


Chapter 37