Wanted still running, I Didn’t know what to do. I had lost it all. Life had no longer been life, it had become a marathon. Constant running, never a break. I thought about giving myself up, but the time was outrageous. My head shouted “Turn yourself in its not worth it, your tired, dirty, and pathetic.” But another side said “NO YOUR ALREADY DEEP! RUN RUN RUN! It all started when…

3:00

It was a normal Friday, school was over, and I was ready to get my weekend going. As soon as the bell rang, My phone was blowing up. People wanting tons and tons of weed. I was going to have mad cash. I walked around and said bye to everyone. Then as usual I walked to my girlfriends locker, And met her there.

“Hey shawty whats up?” 

“Not much just ready to leave, but I’ve got practice until 6:30″

“I know tell the coach I’m mad at her.”

“Whys that?” She responded.

“Because she’s always taking you from me.”

She grinned and kissed me. After that I walked her to her practice. The same routine I did everyday. I’d turn my phone on silent, before I got to her. say something to make her feel special then take her to practice. She had no idea about my secret profession. A hustler, I sold weed and made mad money. No one ever told her anything, because they knew there would be severe consequences. 

After, walking her to practice, I went to my car. And saw and another car was parked behind it. It immediately sped off. Then I saw a note on my windshield. I picked it up and read it.

WATCH YOUR BACK YOU GREEDY FUCK! YOU WILL GET YOURS SOON!

I didn’t care, I knew nobody was going to do anything. I was invicible, I was king of the jungle. A lion and I was not to be reckoned with. I crumbled the paper and threw it on the ground. Then, I opened my door and sat down. 10 new messages and 3 missed calls. I already knew what it was for. I scrolled through seen who they were and how much they wanted, and began my road trip. From house to house supplying people with there drugs, It took about an hour. After I was done I checked the clock.