One Day, I got really hurt for doing something I wasn't suppose to. When my Dad found out about me getting hurt, he asked how and I lied and said it was because of my mom. I felt really guilty after that.
And things only got worse when Uncle Lee, Dad's Brother, had died.Because of his death, Dad fell into a deep depression
But despite all of that sad stuff, I was doing great in school and was not getting into any fights. I even got into a special class for smart kids.
I tried to write my own book and describe Harlem like how other authors describe their hometowns. But it was more difficult than i thought.
Then One time, I was Invited to go to Party for this boy named Eddie with my friend Eric, but they changed their mind and said I couldn't go because I was black!
One Time, I was tasked to writing a poem for school. I wanted my mama and dad to read it, but dad then told me that he couldn't read himself.