Most people would glorify living in the ghetto, talk about the drugs and violence. Those of us that grow up in such places know that we are not these savage beast, that they try to portray us as. Most of us are incredibly smart and did well in math and science, others excelled in music and writing; one thing that can be said we are a talented group.
Life in a project, forces you to develop your talents in order to survive; you find ways to express yourself so that the stresses of life doesn't cause you to self destruct. You most develop a cold exterior all the while keeping a warm heart; justice, order and loyalty never forget those three principles. Respect is earned not given and it would serve you to know your place, speak when spoken too, never flex if you are in unfamiliar territory.
It wasn't often that I was allowed outside to play, I would leave the house to run errands with my mother or to visit family. However, when I was allowed outside, I would play for hours on the jungle gym with many of my friends from school.
I never understood why JJ chose to run away, when she and Grace would fight rather then using her words she was quick to grab a weapon. Running away wouldn't have been as bad if she ran in the day time, JJ didn't like the safety in light, she would leave at 10 pm and not come home till 3 am. It's not like she ran away once or twice in her life, she ran away once or twice a year, starting at the age of three. Always the explorer JJ much rather run away and put herself in harms way, then settle for the safe adventures that our mother would take us on. She has always been drawn to the dark side, in the shadows she dwells feeding off of the negativity.
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