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1 Thank you forpurchasing thisAtria Books/EmilyBestler our mailing list and getupdates on new releases, deals,bonus content and other greatbooks from Atria Books/EmilyBestler and Simon & HERE TO SIGN UPor visit us online to sign up 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Chapter 42 Chapter 43 Chapter 44 Chapter 45 Chapter 46 Chapter 47 Chapter 48 Chapter 49 Chapter 50 Chapter 51 AfterstoryAcknowledgmentsPhotographsAbou t Sister SouljahDEDICATIONTo all of the children andyoung ones who feel unloved,unprotected.

2 Withoutguidance, or who have beenabandoned. If no adult hasever apologized to you, pleaseallow me to be the all of the real-life Winters who believed insomething false and the real-life Porsches , Lexus , andMercedes snatched up bysocial services and trapped ingroup homes or foster care orwho have become parts offamilies with whom theyshare no blood apologize not out of pityfor you, but out of pure love the ingredients that each ofyou needed in the first that whateveryour circumstances, you arestill responsible for yourselfand your choices. You may beyoung, but you are notpowerless. Speak up, speakout, read, study, learn, build,and resist all of the hurt, pain,and corruption there is still aMAKER of your soul towhom you can direct yourprayers and seek matter what others maydo, make sure you do what isright and true.

3 Have faith! Allof your faithful efforts,discipline, and hard work willbe 1 Not every bitch is a chicks are just of them know it andaccept it, as long as nobodypoints it out. A queen isauthentic, not because shesays so, just because she is. Aqueen doesn t have to saynothing. Everybody can seeit, and feel it, bunch of bootleg girlsbeen try na come up. That swhat they supposed to try anddo. But their borrowed,stolen style sucks cause it sborrowed and stolen. A queenknows who she is, inside andout. She wouldn t imitateanybody else. In fact, shecreates original styles, waitsfor the bootleg bitches tocatch on and copy, thenswitches, making their headsspin, eyes roll, and their shortmoney pile ma tell you what I hatefirst.

4 Then Im ma tell youwhat I love. Every word that Isay is straight, cause I don thave no time to play withyou. The majority of my timeis spent stacking my statusand plotting to get back hate conceited re played out. You maythink that I m one of them,but there s a differencebetween conceit and quality,or should I say conceit andtruth. Matter of fact, some ofthe ugliest females I know areconceited. We living at apoint where this shit is allmixed up on purpose. Theugly ones pretend they lookgood, when everything theygot is cheap and fake,including their pretty ones playthemselves down, causejealousy is more realer thanthe air we suck in and blowback out. I, Porsche , am a real, real prettybitch.

5 I try my best to stay inmy lane and mind my ownbusiness, to keep all theenvious ones from talkingshit, mobbing up andjumping isn t easy being the sisterof a queen. Naturally, I lookup to her. But still, I gotta beme. Imitation gets no would never live my lifetrying to look like or besomeone else. Regarding mysister, Winter Santiaga, everyday for eight years I had mybig brown eyes trained onher. She s a queen, notbecause she s beautiful, whichis automatic, not becauseshe s a badass, with endlessstyles and personality, notbecause she s my older sister,my mother s best friend, andmy father s most loved of those are Santiaga has fourdaughters. His firstborn,Winter, seemed to haveoccupied his whole heart.

6 Myhandsome father was not toblame. Everyone loved she was in a crowdedroom, everyone was lookingher way or trying to stand orsit right beside her. Even inour home she soaked up allthe love, as though she werethe only child. But she wasn tthe only , I m the middledaughter. Maybe you know alittle something about howthat goes. Everyone s eyeswere either on the oldestdaughter, because her youngfigure was ripe and ready, hereyes so mischievous, and herface so feminine and perfectthat they were all scared shemight get pregnant. Or, theireyes would be on theyoungest, because they are thebabies and they might middle girl is tooyoung to be fucking and tooold to be falling down. Soeveryone forgets where she isand what she s doing.

7 I gotmixed feelings about beinginvisible. There are benefits. Ican t lie. But sometimes,quietly, I was yearning forPoppa and Mommato pay more attention to mesimply because their love forme was as true and as strongas my love for each of them. Ididn t want to have to begthem for love. I didn t like theidea of having to beannoying to get attention orhaving to make a dramatic orphony scene. I hate was a queen in myyounger eyes because shedidn t have to ask for love,but she was always receivingit. When she did receive it,no one cared if she returnedit. They loved her whethershe loved them or not. Shedidn t seek attention. Shecommanded it. Winter hadthe best of everything withoutworking or obeying. Herfriends, who were coming andcalling constantly, surroundedmy sister.

8 Even my youngfriends wanted to grow up tobe Winter. My old auntieswish they could be youngagain only to try to look andlive like than that, in myyounger eyes, Winter wasabove pain and punishmentand mostly no one else in theworld can claim that. In thechaos of any crisis she walkedin looking good, stylish,clean, and untouched. She dshift her pretty eyes right andthen to the left and come upwith the swiftest plan, whichonly she knew the details was home when theyarrested my father. Winterwasn t. I was left at homewhen they arrested mymother. Winter wasn t. I washome when the kidnappers, social services, snatched upme, Lexy, and wasn t. We threesisters were separated andtrapped in the system. Winterwasn fact, Winter andMomma came to check meone time at a state-supervised visit, where I wasbeing held and watched overby the kidnappers.

9 Whenthey walked in, my beautifulmomma s head was shavedbald. Shocked for someseconds, I still wanted to hugher and have her hug me backtight enough to signal to mesilently that she knew thatthis shit was all wrong. Thatshe would take me back homewith s eyes were filledwith rage and sorrow. Winterlooked rich. She wassparkling and free, like shehad a thousand little light-bulbs outlining her entirebody. Her caramel-coloredskin was glowing. Her hairwas fresh, soft, long, andsecond only to her pretty looked unbreakable,untouched, and it was confirmed in myeyes on that exact day, thatWinter was straight royalty,above everyone else whosuffered on a regular,including now my mommaand me. That so-called visitwas the first time I saw mymother and sister after beingtooken, and the last time Isaw both of them togetherever miss Momma so much Iache, like when you havevomited to the end andthere s nothing else to throwup.

10 Only a thick yellow fluidcomes out, that one nursesaid is called bile. Have youever been in the emergencyroom strapped to a bed,screaming out Momma 156times, Poppa seventy-seventimes, and I want to gohome thirty-three times?As for Poppa, six one,light-skinned, strong, andsuave with not even ateaspoon of bitch in him, noman on earth is better thanhim. Momma is like a cup ofhot chocolate on a freezingmorning. Poppa is like a cupof black tea with a whole lotof heavy cream mixed and light, theycomplemented one was the best partsof both of them, all in one. Ilove her, and fuck anybodyelse who doesn t, no matterhis or her when I tell you, Iam 100 percent loyalty. If youcan count, you d know thatthere s nothing left over , I know I mdifferent from her, but wesisters.