La La by Kim Lenor (ap literature book list txt) π
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This is ANOTER MUST READ! I've given you just enough that you will surely inbox me wanting the rest! Everyone in this story needs to be saved! Is your mind capable of comprehending everything that is about to happen in this story? And again, I end this story just where a whole nother roller coaster begins! Please read this story and give me your thoughts! This story takes place in a transitioning inner city neighborhood. The main character Ladia adopted the nickname La La for her love of music and her angelic voice. She is forced to be the nucleus that holds her family together though she is just a teenager herself. Ladia has big dreams of becoming a professional singer and she finds herself literally fighting to make her dreams reality. She faces tremendous obstacles that can be summed up as life or death decisions. Ladia comes face to face with hate, death, betrayal, drugs amid smiles, joy, laughter and love. At times this story gets so graphic that it will make the reader want to put the book down but like a moth to a flame the reader wonβt put it down in order to satisfy the burning desire to see what happens next.
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makeup from being all scarred up from fighting all my life so I was more willing to just let it go and chalk it up to that bitch having a bad day.
Both Osha and I got suspended but I was actually happy because this meant I could spend more time in the studio for the next three days. As Daisha and I walked to Syscoβs car out of nowhere someone jumped on my back and made me fall to the ground, and I could hear Daisha screaming and I could see a couple of girls trying to beat on her as well. I finally began to realize it was Osha and a host of other girls jumping my sister and me. I was worried about myself because Daisha was handling the two girls she was working with but it was about five plus Osha on me. Suddenly, out of the blue I was relieved to hear Sysco yelling and trying to take control of the situation which brought me some comfort as I tried to plant my feet so that I could fight. Then like superman coming to rescue me, I felt Syscoβs firm hand around my arm as he pulled me from the midst of the crowd. When I came up I could see that he also had Daisha. I was relieved because there was just too many of them. He threw both of us into the car and he took off.
As we drove past the rowdy mob, I noticed that Osha had separated from the crowd and her standing alone a little ways down the street on the curb was so weird to me because she had orchestrated the whole thing, but I brushed it off to her trying to get away from things in case the police or school security guards showed up.
We pulled into an open parking lot to make sure that everyone was okay because those Puerto Rican girls were good for having razor blades in their mouths and sure enough I bleeding and so was Daisha. Daisha was bleeding from scratches but I was cut really deep on my arm which I started to recall was from blocking my face. Sysco was frantic and he went to pull open the glove compartment to get tissue and no sooner than he bent down we heard screeching tires and everything from that moment seemed to go in slow motion. The car pulled up beside us, Osha was driving and Doe was on the passenger side, Sysco turned to look at me then turned back to look at Doe that was now pointing a gun at us. Daisha screamed, Sysco grabbed my head and pushed it down and went for his gun with his other hand but he wasnβt fast enough. Doe fired one bullet that went through Syscoβs head and threw my headrest, past Daisha face and out the side window. After I heard the window shatter everything went from slow motion to super fast motion and as if in an instant Osha and Doe where gone.
I looked up at Sysco and he was peacefully looking down at me and he still had his hand, as if an endearing embrace on the side of my face. I called out to him but he didnβt answer me or move. I yelled for Daisha to call 911 as climbed on top of him. I put my hand over the hole in the side of his head that was smoking and it looked like his spirit was seeping out through it. I wanted to stop it, I wanted to stop the bleeding but I couldnβt, it seemed like he was literally slipping through my fingers. I whispered in his ear, Yo te quiero Papi and I begged him not to die. I kissed his lips and I held him and begged and prayed. I yelled at him that he told me not to worry and that he promised that he would be alright but I could feel that his body was lifeless, he was cold, he was not breathing and his heart wasnβt beating, Sysco was dead. I continued to hold him and whisper in his ear until the cops had to rip me away from his body, Yo te quiero Papi, Yo te quieroβ¦
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Both Osha and I got suspended but I was actually happy because this meant I could spend more time in the studio for the next three days. As Daisha and I walked to Syscoβs car out of nowhere someone jumped on my back and made me fall to the ground, and I could hear Daisha screaming and I could see a couple of girls trying to beat on her as well. I finally began to realize it was Osha and a host of other girls jumping my sister and me. I was worried about myself because Daisha was handling the two girls she was working with but it was about five plus Osha on me. Suddenly, out of the blue I was relieved to hear Sysco yelling and trying to take control of the situation which brought me some comfort as I tried to plant my feet so that I could fight. Then like superman coming to rescue me, I felt Syscoβs firm hand around my arm as he pulled me from the midst of the crowd. When I came up I could see that he also had Daisha. I was relieved because there was just too many of them. He threw both of us into the car and he took off.
As we drove past the rowdy mob, I noticed that Osha had separated from the crowd and her standing alone a little ways down the street on the curb was so weird to me because she had orchestrated the whole thing, but I brushed it off to her trying to get away from things in case the police or school security guards showed up.
We pulled into an open parking lot to make sure that everyone was okay because those Puerto Rican girls were good for having razor blades in their mouths and sure enough I bleeding and so was Daisha. Daisha was bleeding from scratches but I was cut really deep on my arm which I started to recall was from blocking my face. Sysco was frantic and he went to pull open the glove compartment to get tissue and no sooner than he bent down we heard screeching tires and everything from that moment seemed to go in slow motion. The car pulled up beside us, Osha was driving and Doe was on the passenger side, Sysco turned to look at me then turned back to look at Doe that was now pointing a gun at us. Daisha screamed, Sysco grabbed my head and pushed it down and went for his gun with his other hand but he wasnβt fast enough. Doe fired one bullet that went through Syscoβs head and threw my headrest, past Daisha face and out the side window. After I heard the window shatter everything went from slow motion to super fast motion and as if in an instant Osha and Doe where gone.
I looked up at Sysco and he was peacefully looking down at me and he still had his hand, as if an endearing embrace on the side of my face. I called out to him but he didnβt answer me or move. I yelled for Daisha to call 911 as climbed on top of him. I put my hand over the hole in the side of his head that was smoking and it looked like his spirit was seeping out through it. I wanted to stop it, I wanted to stop the bleeding but I couldnβt, it seemed like he was literally slipping through my fingers. I whispered in his ear, Yo te quiero Papi and I begged him not to die. I kissed his lips and I held him and begged and prayed. I yelled at him that he told me not to worry and that he promised that he would be alright but I could feel that his body was lifeless, he was cold, he was not breathing and his heart wasnβt beating, Sysco was dead. I continued to hold him and whisper in his ear until the cops had to rip me away from his body, Yo te quiero Papi, Yo te quieroβ¦
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Publication Date: 11-18-2010
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