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

The next day was sports day for the fresh men. We had no lecture but only obligatory sports. So I can say we spent our day at the gym and round campus.


The gym was full as everyone did different types of exercises.


I was on the treadmill, jogging with my earphones on. It'd been long I had worked out. I had planned to call Kadij Koon Friday morning. I couldn't wait for it to reach.


I enjoyed the music while running on the carpet until Lucas appeared in front of my machine. I didn't stop running but just stared at him. He smirked and motioned for me to take my earphones off. I did.


"Good morning, Harlem." he said, smiling at me. I couldn't help it but smile back.


He raised a hand and caressed my cheek.


"Even when sweaty, you're still a hottie." he complimented.


"Thanks. All this flattery ain't for nothing. What do you want?" I panted and stopped the machine so I could rest a little.


He smiled and gave me a towel so I could clean myself.


Chapter 48