Overcoming Adolescent

By DA. Zoe

This book is to encourage all ages from teens to adults. We know that growing up presents a lot of challenges and you must understand that it’s a part of growing. It’s a part of living. YOU CAN NEVER GIVE UP!! Sometimes you might think there is no answer. But if you believe in God and believe in yourself, there’s always an answer. There’s always a better path...you just gotta keep moving!!!! Keep looking and keep fighting! We will make mistakes. But God DOES NOT make mistakes. Don’t ever forget that! Every morning you wake up, is another chance God is giving you at LIFE. He woke you up for a reason. It could’ve been a different outcome.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: May 19, 2022
• ISBN: 9781663236050

DA. Zoe

in my life i have red over 150 books grooving up i always wanted to be educated since i could make it to college i felt like i had to do something to open my mind my brain so books was the only things i could think of but my favor 4 authors was tom clancy jackie collins john christian terry wood another author that realy inspired me to write was richard wright there are a lot more and i believed who ever read my book will enjoy every inch bit of it

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CHAPTER 1

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One summer afternoon as I was sitting in my grandmother’s backyard, my mother stopped by after a long day of work and told me that I needed to start making better decisions and stop fighting.

It’s summer now, she said, and I know you’re gonna be running around causing trouble. But I’m not gonna raise a loser. You better straighten up. You’re just like your father. I’m stuck out here with his two kids who never heard of him, and he’s never sent any money for either of you. I’m busting my ass to take care of you, and now you wanna run around causing trouble? I’m gonna break you into pieces.

As if it were my fault that my father had left. That was not the first time I heard that, and I was getting tired of it. At times, I got mad but didn’t know whom I was mad at. Happiness wasn’t my friend. I used to close my eyes hoping to be in a different place when I opened them. I felt the world was against me. Something was missing, but I didn’t know what. I wanted some things different in my life. I wanted to prove to everyone that I was not at all what they said I was.

My mother told me I was too handsome to be getting into trouble all the time. It was like I was one of the best thing that had ever happened to her. She told me I looked just like my father, but I didn’t know what to make of that because I didn’t know the man.

Every time I did something wrong, I knew I’d get whipped for it when I got home, so I never went home during those times. Sometimes, I slept in the bushes. Sometimes, my brother would bring me my plate. When he didn’t, I waited until everyone was asleep before I went inside. That was one reason I used to run away all the time.

My mother had a cousin who lived close to us. She was a Christian woman, so my mother didn’t bother looking for me when she knew I was at her house. Her name was Mrs. Antonio. She was a second mother to me. I used to be at her house more than at my own. I was closer to her family than to mine. I felt like a stranger in my own house. My mother never tolerated my bs, and she made sure I was tough. Her words were sharp swords that cut my flesh whenever she got mad at me, and that happened daily.

One thing I always believed was that I was a worthy black boy who would become a man and prove everybody wrong especially those who had doubted me, but since I was a kid, I had to wait it out.

My mother had six children. I was the third, but the one before me had died. My father was never around. I was very sick due to a voodoo spell my father’s family had put on me. Nobody thought I would survive, but by the grace of God, my grandmother, and my mother, I made it.

My grandma was my best friend. She used to always take up for me. One day, my teacher whipped me; I got so mad that I ran outside, took my shirt off, and filled it with rocks. I went back into the classroom and started throwing rocks everywhere. Everyone was dodging and looking for cover. After that, I went straight to my grandma’s and told her what had happened. My arms had been scratched from carrying the rocks. I told her that my teacher had done that to me. I was crying hard wanting her to sympathize with me, and it worked especially because I was her favorite grandchild.

When my mother got off work that day and found out what had happened, she came to try to whip me, but my grandma stopped her. She told my mother to talk to the teacher. My mother was about to ask my grandma why, but when she saw my arms, her mouth fell wide open. She didn’t show any emotions in front of me, but I knew she didn’t like what she had seen.

The next day, my grandma took me to school and called my teacher aside. I hid behind the door so I could hear what my grandma was telling him. She pulled out her machete and put it right under his chin. I heard her tell him that if he ever put his hands on