" Drakes last fire just might be my broken heart"
Now that i finally opened up from the dark
The tiny flame remembered the love inside of me
And sucked all of the honey, just like the bee.
Tyrese began to write hose words in his notebook. He loved to write poems and they were based on a true story. A salty bit of tear sizzled down his face and dripped onto the whiteness of his notebook. The blue and red on the paper were faded and stained. He felt a great deal of pain in his heart. His mother had died because his step-dad Drake who killed his mom. He tried not to think about it. His dad wasn't there to take care of Tyrese because he left them when he was just 2 weeks old. Tyrese was a foster child, who did attend school under a special program.
Tyrese attended Bluford High. The school were a boy named Darrell Mercer almost got shot. The place where a 14 year old girl was being pimped. Also the same place were a little 8 year old boy got shot. It was definitely a terrible environment for him. But he really had no choice because that was the only school that accepted him for who he was. It was really just the only school that excepted these special programs that the government are running.
Tyrese was sitting in his chair in his his room writing down his thoughts in his personal notebook. He never lets anyone see that notebook of his. If anyone touched it he would go absolutely psycho. He hid it under his mattress. Deep in his mattress. Nobody went under his mattress, so he was safe.