Shayjonez

A story of hood life and love.

Annette Brooks is an easy going girl from the hood. She never starts anything she can't finish and never loses the fight. She is known for being a bookworm, so when she finds herself in the middle of a deadly fight, all things  hood become a reality. Annette is soon faced with old enemies and new, while she struggles to balance school, first love, family, and the demands of the streets. When things don't go as planed she finds herself in a few fight or flight situations. The incidents to follow will change her life forever.

Christian James thrives in trouble, but  when he sets his sights on Annette, he decides he's going to keep her. He has no idea the journey they will have. He didn't plan on loving her, after all he lived for the streets. He feels like she is his peace and with her anything is possible. Even getting out of the hood. When an attempt to make some easy money goes wrong, and strange incidents around them start happening, he realizes he will protect her at all cost. 

Together they stand in the face of many enemies.  They battle jealousy, temptation and hate. In the wake of it all they find comfort in friends that will follow where ever they lead and cross off names on ever growing  list of foes. While trying to survive, loyalties will be forgotten and love a question in their relationship. All they while all they want is out, every time the streets call them back. Will they make it out or just accept that It Is what it is.

Hood Life and Love: It Is What It Is

I woke up with start. My heart beating fast and my face was covered in sweat. A scream left my lips as I stared into the darkness of my room. I grabbed my leg, the pain from a Charlie horse in my shin hurting like hell. Deftly I felt for a bullet wound I knew wouldn’t be there. I knew it wouldn’t be there because this was the third night I had this dream. The third night I had woken up with this damn cramp in the same exact spot I had been shot. Only it hadn’t been me to get shot. It had been Christian. 


It had been like I was looking through his eyes. He had been walking down the street, minding his own damn business. He had his headphones in and I could hear the music playing 8 Ball and MJG, Friend or Foe. He was bobbing his head and I felt every movement. Christian had walked past a porch with about five guys on it, and he had paid them no mind. But no sooner than he had passed them they had gotten up and followed him. He hadn’t heard their footsteps, but I did. 


Nightmares