Power: Power, #1

By Lola Bandz

Power
noun, often attributive pow·er ˈpau̇(-ə)r 
(a)ability to act or produce an effect
(b) possession of control, authority, or influence over others
( c ) mental or moral efficacy 

Who do you give the power to? Could you give someone the power to love you and be able to take it all away? What if you lost the very air that your life depended on? How else would you be able to survive? What would you do if the love of your life and best friend of years betrayed you for a night of bliss? Would you forgive and forget? And if so what if one party was making it harder to forget and forgive? 
Vanity is a young girl maneuvering through the hood, and learning how to love a young street king, and is trying to take her love life back to how it was before the love of her life hurt her in every way imaginable. She tries to get over him but the pain of being apart is unbearable, so she makes it her duty to ride out the bullshit that they face in their everyday lives. 
Streetz is just another young king from the hood trying to take his life to the next level. Loving his grind, becoming a rapper and loving his girl he has made bad choices but is willing to iron out the small things if the future can be a clear path. He needs Vanity by his side or he wouldn't be able to live. Making some mistakes along the way, the universe seems as though it doesnt want these two to live with one another. 
Meez, is gone in the head Knowing that he messed up by sleeping with his girls best friend and getting her pregnant but he is willing to go to war with even her for her heart. 
Join Streetz, Vanity and their family as they live through love lost, love found and death. And enjoy a tale of drama filled, street love that only Lola Bandz can weave together. In this coming of age tale. 
 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lola Bandz
• Release date: Oct 3, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386656647

Lola Bandz

Lola Bandz, is well known for her swagged out thug books, that empower women, and leave your jaw dropped. Growing up in the bay area played a great deal to her style. She brings back the urban, street lit classics, and makes sure that they remain fresh, new, and dope.

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Power

noun, often attributive  pow·er  \ ˈpau̇(-ə)r \

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(a)  ability to act or produce an effect

(b)   possession of control, authority, or influence over others

( c ) mental or moral efficacy 

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I hope that you all enjoy this... My lil’ break that I took oh that shit is over. Please leave a review, lets get these books back popping. I hope you enjoy Streetz, I loved him my entire life.

Enjoy... Lola

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Prologue

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The small gym filled to capacity as everyone rushed to see the fight that was going down between two young friends.

You dumb ass bitch talk to Johan one more time and watch me keep fucking you up. The youngest of the girls stated as she was being held back by the security.

Bitch he’s my nigga. The other girl yelled out as many kids had their cell phones out recording the fight that was going down.

You used to be my fucking best friend Shameeka why would you do this? Nah fuck this let me the fuck go. Lil’ feisty yelled out once again as she tried to attack the other girl for the last time, she felt disrespected and no one was going to change the way she felt.

Fuck you Tiesha. Shameeka waved her off, tired and ready to go home. She knew she would have to fight her once again, that’s just how shit worked in the hood. Everything was on sight. There was no one time and that’s it. It was every fucking day, every moment, until the other person died, damn there.

In the midst of the young girls going back and fourth amongst one another, many of the students saw a woman standing near watching and shaking her head.

Shameeka come to my office. She heard a stern voice and rolled her eyes. It was Ms. Silas. She knew that she was nothing to play with and if you were in her office then shit was bound to get real. She nodded her head as she walked behind her, she looked at her outfit and she was fly as fuck. Her white biker shorts, white crop shirt, and long denim jacket was her look for today and it made her pretty chocolate skin gorg. Her long hair was down to her shoulders and gave off a wet look, Shameeka loved seeing this side of her, which only meant she was stopping in and was off of work. On a regular school day she was never in the office dressed in that attire.  Once they reached her office, she sat down across from her and her phone buzzed. Pulling it out she saw that Ms. Silas was texting someone and then placed her phone down on her desk and looked at Shameeka.

Were waiting.

Ok, she meekly answered. Every kid that went to Kennedy high school in Richmond Ca knew not to fuck with Ms. Williams, she was a solider repping God, but she was from the hood. The very same hood that they were in. Which only meant one thing she could get down with the illest of them if need be.

Wanting to help her community, she saw a change. Many white people were moving into the inner cities of the bay area, Oakland, Richmond, Vallejo, and spiking up rent prices, thus leaving the very people who made the heart of these cities to fiend and run away from the places that they called home. Feeling the issues rise, deep down in her soul she knew she had to make a difference. After going to college and starting and keeping her businesses running, she made sure to go give back to Richmond, Oakland and Vallejo.

She came into the schools to help young girls and save them from a harsh upbringing. Since she’d come into the schools, she made the graduation rate go up, she sent ladies to college, she was cleaning up her streets, giving young girls homes and breaking generational curses. Looking around her office, Shameeka saw pictures of her with local bay area rappers, singers, and people of the community. She was a real life walking earth angel and she had proven it time and time again. After a couple more minutes, the door flew open and Shameeka hopped up. The security guard escorted a shelved Tiesha in and she immediately went for Shameeka’s throat, but Mrs. Silas shut it down.

Sit down girl, you will not  be in here messing my office up. Chill out. She told her as she pointed her multicolored nails in her direction, and the ladies both looked at one another and sat down and looked at one another again but this time they rolled their eyes.

What’s wrong? Ms. Williams asked as she made it back to her chair and the security stood there trying to make sure that the situation would die down.

Joe? she asked him and he smiled at her.

Can you go to Everett and jones, and bring us back 2 3-ways. And get you something. She winked at him and he smiled. Most men would do anything for her she was so gorgeous let alone sweet, and kind hearted. So going to get her whatever she wanted wasn’t an issue, but he also didn’t want to get in trouble.

You know I'm on the clock Ms. Van- Williams.

It’s good I’ll let them know its’s for these girls. They are going to be here for a while. She nodded towards them and he agreed while leaving out the door. Pulling out what looked like her personal phone which was the new iPhone X-max she typed away and then placed it back into her purse while turning to look at the two beautiful girls. Both girls were equally pretty, had a sense of style, and were charismatic. She also knew that they were friends and attended her program which was Crowning a Queen Academy. She was now lost as to why they were having this falling out.

What happened? she started and looked between the two.

Scowling Tiesha rolled her eyes, this bitch su-

Now what your not going to do is disrespect me, she cut her off and Tiesha nodded.

Ms. Silas Shameeka started messing with Johan knowing that’s my man. Tiesha started over and it tickled Mrs. Silas to think that she thought that little boy was a man.

Man? she questioned her. She just had too.

Yes, he’s my man, she agreed strongly.

He’s not a man. Mrs. Silas  giggled as she shook her head.

Well, he told me yall wasn’t together and I just started talking to him last night. If you would have told me,

I shouldn’t have to tell you shit Meek, you’re my girl... she began to get emotional and Mrs. Silas wanted to break it up and teach them a lesson on friendship.

Listen, can I tell yall a story? She looked at both ladies and they huffed out loud.

Yes, they both said in unison.

It’s a story about these three girls that I used to know around my hood. She sat back into her chair and took her denim coat off.  Once the girls heard that they were all in, everyone around the school loved Mrs. Silas stories. She kept it funky and it seemed as though everyone she spoke on were hood celebrities.

Ok, they said as they got comfortable.

Welllll..., she took a sip of her water and began to recall a time when her life was great and not so great. She began to tell them the story of Vanity and Streets and the Power of love. 

A flower that grows in the ghetto know more about survival than the one from fresh meadows.

Talib Kweli

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Sometime in the early 2000’s

SURVIVAL

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I’d rather count a million while you eat my pussy, the young buck danced in the mirror as she rapped Lil’ Kim’s raunchy lyrics while combing her hair getting ready for school. Deciding on two buns atop her head, she stared at herself in the mirror.

Girl you need to stay cute.

Vanittyyyyyyy, get your ass going. Her grandmother yelled and she rolled her eyes, she hated getting yelled at early in the damn morning but what could she do? She had to take her ass to school or it would be over for her.

Ok granny, she yelled back grabbing her baby Nokia phone off the sink and rushing into her room. Looking around, she found her backpack, gave her granny a kiss and  rushed out the door. The cold Richmond air smacked her in the face as she pulled her velour jogger jacket closed.

It’s so fucking cold out here bro. She spoke to no one in particular as she rushed down the street to meet her best-friend. Looking around at the streets it was quiet as it normally was at 7:30. The drug dealers were probably just getting in as the school children were just going outside to go to school. Being a kid from Richmond was a gift and a curse. You lived life, and knew about things that others dreamed about. But in ways having to watch out for killings, bullet flying, and people dying every day was an issue all together.   As soon she hit the end of the block, her best friend was walking up it.

What it do? she asked it.

What it dooooooo, her best-friend Maya goofily said back.

Girl, I am not ready for school, and what the fuck are you wearing? Vanity asked Maya as she looked at her short skirt, knee high boots, and t-shirt. It was cold as fuck and the chances of the sun peeking through the fog was slim to none.

I just wanna look cute. She wagged her tongue, shaking her head, Vanity looked around to see who else was walking towards the bus stop with them.

Where is Jasmine? Maya asked about Vanity’s cousin.

"Girl she went home last night, her daddy was throwing some type of party and you know her ass wanted to be dead ass in the middle. They laughed as they thought about how Jasmine was always down for a turn up. Jasmine, Maya, and Vanity were known as the 3 musketeers. They fought together, ate together, and did everything together.  Each one of the little ladies brought something special to their clique. Vanity was the loud, fun one. She was reserved when they were all together but she was known to fire off at the mouth and speak her mind. She was always down for whatever as well. Maya was a bit promiscuous. She loved niggas, any type of nigga. She was the wild one out the bunch where Vanity lacked she took up in. Jasmine was the quiet one, but she was rowdy too. They all meshed but had their own way about going about things. 

Once on the bus, they were at John F. Kennedy high school. Grey walls, with red lining, and metal detectors were by the doors. Pulling up to the school it felt as though you were walking into a jail. The only things they were missing was the barb wiring at the top of the fence. Sighing Vanity rolled her eyes, as one of the security guards flirted with her.

Vanity hated the school more than anything in the world.. They also gave them teachers that couldn’t speak a lick of English to teach them their most important subjects like math. She hated math just because of that bullshit. Sitting in class as she listened to people talk shit to the teacher, she was waiting for the bell to ring.

Aye this nigga so fucking wack. I can’t understand your English brodie. One boy who was a class clown said to the Asian man that stood in the front of the class struggling to teach because it was extremely noisy.

Broadie? Nigga shut your ass up. Don’t know fucking body say that shit in out here where was your ass at in Pittsburg? Another dude said and Vanity just shook her head.

Yea you dumb ass nigga. I was. She spat as she rolled her eyes.  She heated to be in a class with a bunch of dumb ass niggas. Getting up, she grabbed her bag and proceeded to head out the door.

Aye baby you so fucking fine. Vanity you look like you just walked out of heaven. Coem sit by my baby. Turning