September 19 2014, 08:28 PM
Anonymous
why do they write journals ?

Only a select few of them write journals.

Xavier, due to his disorders and some trauma he’s experienced. Over the years, he had no choice but to keep a journal. It’s to convince himself that his experiences and the changes his body constantly undergoes is real and not some psychotic delusion. Also some days, instead of drugs or sex. He’d rather vent.

Rakim (you haven’t read his journal yet) but since his father passed, he had to keep a record of his theories and thoughts on some things. He has a need to just write letters to his father at times, sometimes to himself.

Naomi, considering what she’s been through in life. Which is what you’ll see later. She has no friends, even in the circle she feels like an outcast. No family either. The closest thing she has to an actual friend is probably Xavier and "Zoria" who is her personality. 

That’s about all I can tell you for now anon but the journals are necessary.

If you don’t want to read them you don’t exactly have to but they’re for the development of some of the characters, giving you outlooks and perspectives that the chapters may not. ^.^ Hope you understand.

September 19 2014, 02:54 PM

bookofsoul-ff:

My first years of junior high school were not alright

Intro [Part 2]

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2002 [15 Years old]

  I was walking down the hall, head in my social studies textbook, trying to prepare for a test I just knew I was going to fail when I bumped into someone. This was always happening since I rarely looked up.
    
      At ten, I had to stop all hopes of becoming a basketball player due to my eyes being bad. I wore sunglasses majority of the time and with the bright lights of the stadium and the physical contact, being active became impossible. So, that left me to become a reclusive fifteen year old who wrote more than studied.
   Writing music was something I’d started a few years ago while working in my family’s record store. Then I started to put my raps on Black Planet, and it’s a good thing I always wore shades because the amount of nights I stayed up late battling other textcees were catching up to me.
   
   I stood out because of my tall, scrawny body, hair and  the glasses I most often wore. Everyone who wasn’t informed of my condition thought I was a smoker. Which didn’t exactly attract the females since I wasn’t the usual thug nigga they liked. Didn’t bother me since music was my main chick for the time being.
Them dimes wouldn’t give me no time
No, not a nod
   

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September 19 2014, 02:53 PM

Twelve 

abusedfanfiction:

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Skylar

~ Next Day ~

"Skylar!" someone yelled. My eyes popped open as I jumped out of my sleep.

"What?! Huh?! What is it?!" I exclaimed, sitting up and looking around the room. Isaias burst into laughter as he walked towards me with a lit cupcake in his hand. A small smile formed…

September 19 2014, 02:34 PM

02: The Final Straw

damaged-fiction:

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NAIMA

 ”Bitch what?! I’m going to be a fucking auntie and nobody told me shit?!” Paris jumped up from her seat excitedly.

I buried my face in my hands in shame and I could of sworn my hair black tresses were turning white from stress or shock. I expected the worst when it came to these four. Decision wise, they obviously weren’t happy with me. I was like a younger sister to them.

The baby of the bunch, runt of the litter.

My girls, my surrogate family.

Paris walked over to me to kiss my reddening cheeks, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

My eyes peeked through my fingers to see Lee who was actually grinning, however Brittany and Kyra both weren’t happy. I knew why.

"What’s wrong y’all?" Lee asked.

"I would say something but—hmm." Brittany quickly got quiet.

"See, we all know what happened the last time we got good news like this. I just am not getting my hopes up anymore. This nigga put his damn hands on you, with his child in your stomach. Excuse me for not being enthusiastic but nah. I’ve grieved enough possible nieces and nephews. Five years worth, you would have had 4 children by this time. Yet he gave two to some other bitch, the oldest one I know was before you but obviously. This marriage ain’t shit." Kyra spoke in a stern manner.

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September 19 2014, 03:21 AM

00: Just RigHt For THe NigHt  

hisandherfiend-ff:

Quincey Hanley

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"Babe, what about this one?" Rae questioned holdin’ up the 7th black dress she had in ha closet.

Blowing O’s from the blunt I looked the dress ova staring at her slim frame. “Yah look sexy, girl. Nah come ova’ hea.” I smirked laying back against the sofa.

Smiling she pulled…

September 19 2014, 03:12 AM

031: Happiness or ... 

kriminallove-ff:

Monica

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"So he just stormed out?" I asked attempting to set up the cherry wood crib in Bam’s old closet that she had renovated for the baby.

"Yea!" She sighed pushing the rest of her clothes to the other side of her room. "Like he threw that paper in my face and threatened me."

Shaking my…

September 19 2014, 03:05 AM

Writing truly does keep me sane, even in my lowest darkest points. 

I’m a highly misunderstood and underestimated person. But you know, I no longer give a fuck.

Writing is simply an outlet….it’s saved my life. 

September 19 2014, 02:50 AM
September 19 2014, 02:02 AM

Updating this weekend most definitely. Plus a journal from Zori.

September 19 2014, 01:41 AM

02: The Final Straw

damaged-fiction:

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NAIMA

 ”Bitch what?! I’m going to be a fucking auntie and nobody told me shit?!” Paris jumped up from her seat excitedly.

I buried my face in my hands in shame and I could of sworn my hair black tresses were turning white from stress or shock. I expected the worst when it came to these four. Decision wise, they obviously weren’t happy with me. I was like a younger sister to them.

The baby of the bunch, runt of the litter.

My girls, my surrogate family.

Paris walked over to me to kiss my reddening cheeks, wrapping her arms tightly around me.

My eyes peeked through my fingers to see Lee who was actually grinning, however Brittany and Kyra both weren’t happy. I knew why.

"What’s wrong y’all?" Lee asked.

"I would say something but—hmm." Brittany quickly got quiet.

"See, we all know what happened the last time we got good news like this. I just am not getting my hopes up anymore. This nigga out his damn hands on you, with his child in your stomach. Excuse me for not being enthusiastic but nah. I’ve grieved enough possible nieces and nephews. Five years worth, you would have had 4 children by this time. Yet he gave two to some other bitch, the oldest one I know was before you but obviously. This marriage ain’t shit." Kyra spoke in a stern manner.

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