The average medium height dark-skinned boy with a close-cropped hair lining was looking for a way out.  He was wearing a black hoodie and black pants. He was lonely and desperate. He had no family, no friends. Nothing. Life is his enemy. Someone was after him. He was
looking over his shoulders everywhere he went. No one cared. That is how it is growing up in the hood. No one loves or cares about you. He had to find his way. He has to. He was running away from someone or something at night. It was dark and foggy. He saw a Mini Market gas station nearby. He felt at ease and strolled into the market. He acknowledged that it was a beautiful brown skin girl wearing glasses getting some drinks out of the refrigerator, along with other items. He saw her and came up with an idea.
"What's up," greeted her.
"Hi," the girl said.
"Aye yo, can I stand here and chat with you for a bit. It's a...