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 locker room as discreetly as possible. Phew! That was a close one. I'd almost slept with Lucas a second time but I was saved by the gong which turned out to be a phone call from my mom. I'd stopped whatever I was doing with Lucas to answer her.


She announced to me the fact that the house had been robbed by thieves. And after that call, I made it clear to Lucas that I couldn't continue all this with him. It was wrong and I wasn't used to all of this. Plus, my mother wasn't safe back in Brooklyn. I needed to send her money.


Later that day, I sat in a restaurant out of campus. I needed to get some free space to think. Which I did.


"Harlem, you're better than this. You were brought up as an honest person." I thought to myself.


Chapter 49