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Chapter One A mid-afternoon draft rolled through suburbia, turning over dozens of crumpled autumn leaves. All the while shaking the mighty trees, inviting more leaves to join the journey. As the wind began to make it's leave a sky blue convertible was slowly making it's entrance, a young black man, no younger than eighteen at it's helm. Across his muscled upper-body he wore his black and gold track team jacket, with his last name Maxwell stitched in gold lettering across the back. Maxwell con...

Chapter One A breeze rolled through suburbia, turning over dozens of crunchy, crumpled autumn colored leaves. The kind breeze continued to roll through, ruffling the mighty trees and shaking more leaves from their thick bodies. The breeze wasn’t the only thing rolling through, a sky blue convertible was slowly making it's way through the suburbs; driven by a young African- American man. He was wearing his usual gold and black high school track team jacket and his “cool” black shades. Across t...