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A HOOD CHICK'S STORY
by LaShonda DeVaughn   

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Copyright:  Sep 7, 2007 ISBN-13:  9780615168678
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Drama is no stranger to Tiara James. When it felt like the world had finally changed the hand that she’d been dealt, reality continued to creep up on her. With a mom on the verge of becoming an alcoholic and an alcoholic crack-addicted father who use to beat her mom in front of her, who could blame Tiara for finding a family on the streets.
Tiara’s loyalty to her friends was undeniable. The crew consisted of, Tiara, Tamika, Shavon, Renee, Ke Ke and Karen. They jumped, robbed and fought other girls who stood in their way. When trouble surfaced, the crew had no problems with getting their hands dirty. Tiara was faithful to her crew handling any drama that presented itself. But when jealousy get’s the best of friends, things continued to get ugly.
With an older brother Tre James wrapped deeply into the streets becoming a drug dealer at 13, their younger brother Sharod had no choice but to admire both Tre and Tiara’s lifestyle. Tragedy continued to hit home and Tiara’s life continued to go down hill. She lost people who she loved and trusted the most to death, jail or betrayal. From welfare, section 8, jail, drugs, abusive relationships and lies, Tiara’s future seems uncertain. Will she finally rise above the drama that meets her at every corner, or remain trapped in the jaws of the hood? Brace yourself as Tiara James takes you on a rollercoaster ride in her footsteps, in her hood, telling her story.



A HOOD CHICK'S STORY

"WATCH OUT FOR THIS WRITER, SHE HAS THE HOOD ON LOCK!!! A HOOD CHICK'S STORY WILL HIT THE STREETS SOON, VISIT THE WEBSITE AT http://lashondadevaughn.page.tl/ AND STAY TUNED!!" 


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Excerpt from Chapter One - Tiara's Introduction:
My name is Tiara James, but my friends call me T. I'm your around the way don't take no shit from no one type of girl. My slanted eyes, butterscotch golden complexion, shoulder length hair and hour glass shape has coined me the label "a dime piece.”
I grew up in the streets of Boston, Massachusetts also known as “The Bloody Bean.” People seemed to think that Boston was full of good colleges and minimal hoods, that's not the case at all. New York has its five boroughs: Manhattan, Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx and Staten Island. Boston has four, Dorchester, Mattapan, Roxbury and South End. I grew up in Dorchester, borderline Mattapan also known as “Murderpan.”
It was like any other hood. Violence, robbing and killing ran the streets. And either you ran with it or you ran from it. Growing up, I tried to observe everything and rise above it but sometimes you just fall victim to everything around you.
I was born in Norfolk Virginia and moved to Boston after my mom left and divorced my abusive, alcoholic father. My mom had two kids by my father, me and my brother Trè James. Trè and I witnessed my mother being abused countless times at the hand of our father. One time in particular my father was beating my mom with closed fists as if he was in a Mike Tyson fight. He was on top of her punching her defenseless body, blow by blow to her chest and face.
Trè must’ve had so much anger built in him from witnessing all the other ass whippings that he went in the closet to get the bat that he used for baseball practice and showed his skills by knocking my father in the head.
I couldn't believe what I saw.
One blow to my father’s head sent blood streaming down his face like a waterfall. My father managed to take the bat from Trè, but the guilt from hitting my mom caused him not to retaliate, instead he just left.
Later that night he came home drunk out of his mind.
His clothes smelled like he had taken a bath in Tequila and he could barely keep his balance.
My brother Trè and I were watching TV with my mom in her room when my father came in the room yelling and cussing.
“All y’all get the fuck out of here, I'm tired and I want to lie down!”
My mom hated when he cursed in front of us and the agitation showed on her face.
"Just calm down. Let the kids watch TV for a little while."
My father considered what my mom said as “back talk.” He told her that she should never back talk a man and if any woman ever does than she deserved to get her ass whooped.
At that moment it was like the air had been sucked out of the room.
We all knew what was coming next.
He told my mom to lift her head up so that he can see the lips that she used to back talk him with. Slowly she closed her eyes and tilted her head up to the ceiling. With no hesitation my father punched her in the mouth and three teeth flew to the wall. The fact that Trè and I were sitting on the bed watching him hit our mom didn't seem to bother him one bit.
Scenes like this were actually normal for us, well for me anyway. Usually my mom didn't fight back; she just cried and begged him not to hit her again. Shortly after, my father ended up leaving only to return and apologize but something told him that my mom was fed up this time. He had the door of their room cracked open.
I stood at the cracked door peeking in to see what he would do next. He took out a gun out of the bureau and put it to my mom’s head.
“Woman, if you ever leave me or think about leaving me, I’ll kill you.” He cocked the gun back and if looks could kill, my mom would have been dead.
Ma sat perfectly still with the gun pointed at her temple. She was facing the door and I could see her looking at me.
She didn’t know what to do or say so she sat there with tears pouring down her blank face. I’ll never forget the look in my mom’s eyes. She was fed up and scared for her life. I went into my room and tried to go to sleep but I was scared for my mom’s life as well as Très and mine.
Daddy finally fell into a drunken sleep and that night, my mother pulled herself together and decided that she had taken her last beating. She had us pack our bags in the middle of the night and we made our get away. My mom was crying as if somebody died while we drove away from what was now about to be our old life. All my mom kept saying to Trè and I was, “I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!”



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A Hood Chick's Story
LaShonda DeVaughn is a very talented new author who has constructed a novel that will have you up all night turning pages. Her characters reach out and grab you, pulling you into their story. I definitely recommend this novel to everyone and can't wait for her next release!! D.L.Sparks author of ALL THAT GLITTERS


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