I muttered to myself. The red Honda stream glided on the ground. The Indian man that owned the plaza shot me leery smile. He did his best to appear appealing, the more he smiled and winked at me, the more my stomach recoiled. Me no like old man. I scrunch my nose up at him and stared down the road. One pair of pants was coming. Yep that’s what I called this boy. He was not really a boy for he graduated from high school a couple years back,but in my mind he was a boy. Everyday I saw him in the one blue shorts with the polo signs on it. Is like him wash and wear it. Like him no come out until it dry. The shorts was changing colour, it used to be navy blue and now it was powder blue.
Crystal Evans grew up in a small district in Grange Hill Westmoreland, Mint Road, She attended the Sterling Basic School, Grange Hill Primary School and The Manning's School in the parish. At the age of twenty, Crystal published her first book when she met Francesca Tisot of Canada who aided her in getting a printery running and registering herself as an author and publisher with the Jamaican National Library.
Crystal has lead a interesting writing career, her quotes rank among the top thirty most popular quote by a creative mind. She has written a cornucopia of short stories and published twenty five novels and novellas.
Crystal Evans is the mother of two beautiful girls. Bronx and Paris and a little boy called Riche
Yakima is a young adventurous woman navigating life with a bad road map call her mom. She has faced multiple challenges along the way many she could’ve avoided if she had stayed focus. Her mentality needs to be changed to ensure success. She must change the generational path for her daughter’s sake
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