My name is Hazel Brooks. I am 16 years old, Latino, and I live in the Brooklyn, New York with my mom and dad. Life for me isn't a bowl of cherries. Its more like hell. I would rather burn in hell than live in it. My mom and dad are both addicted to crack, so there's really no parenting going on in my house. I always hear older people say "be grateful because things could be worst" and I've learned that's the biggest lie in the world.
Things couldn't get worst. I was a crack baby. Everyone knew my parents and knew what they did. My life wasn't a secret. It was a freaking reality show for the whole project.
I hate living like this so much it hurts. I cry every night. Every night I cry harder and longer than the night before because I know things will never change. I prayed, and I prayed, and I prayed long and hard but its like I'm talking to nobody.
Its like I'm cursed
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The Struggle
Teen FictionShe's 16 and struggling. She hates the way she's living but she has no choice. With two crack heads as parents, she decides to join in on the fast life. Hazel knows, the only way to get out a struggle is to hustle.
