Perspectives are very important when it comes to writing a story. I will be writing a blog piece written from Starr’s perspective and internal thoughts.
I don’t fit in with other people in Garden Heights. But I don’t need to. As long as I’m white Starr around my white friends. I’ve gotten pretty freaking good at it. Don’t use slang or ghetto words I hear around the house. Don’t talk about stuff that goes down in my neighborhood. Let them do most of the talking and you’ll be fine. It’s like I live a double life. At home, shits crazy. Seven is usually screaming at momma for something or another. Hearing gunshots outside doesn’t even phase me. Well, it didn’t use to. Now, when I hear a gun shot, I swear you can hear my heart beat from miles away. I think about Kahlil and Natasha. Man I miss them. Every day I think about how different my life – or lives, would be if they were still around. I’d do anything to hear Kahlils laugh again. Or to get to say goodbye to either one of them. Goodbyes are the worst, but it’s closure, and thats exactly what I need right about now. It’s been weeks since he was shot and my parents are still on me. “How you doing lil girl?” I always just say good. What else am I suppose to say? I’m hurting but I’ve been taught to get over things like this. It’s crazy to think I’m living two separate lives and Kahlil and Natasha don’t even get to live one.
