[ WP ] Write a serious , adult story in a style normally intended for children .

Once upon a time there was a young man named Jamar. Jamar was only three years old -- a pup! -- when his father left. Jamar loved his mother so much, and she loved him. Late nights, three jobs, and going to bed hungry -- Jamar's mother did everything for her boy. They were broken, and sometimes sad, but they were a family and that was enough. 
 
 One sunny day, the kind where people in the projects put their rugs on their balconies to knock the dust off, Jamar went to the basketball court to play. He could hang with the older boys; Jamar had moves, a real talent. He spent many summers practicing his shot as the locusts buzzed in the trees around the court. When he was older, he joined the high school team. 
 
 One game, Jamar's team was down late in the game. In a team huddle, Jamar did n't realize it, but all his teammates were looking at him. He was a star that night, scoring bucket after bucket. He was a hero. After the game, a big man with a university visor approached Jamar. He asked him, `` How would you like to come visit our school? We could use a player like you.'' Jamar was happy. 
 
 That night, his team and other students from his high school had a big celebration. There were red cups, big bottles, girls in the hot tub, and lots of smoke. Jamar's cousin Marcus was there. He asked him if he wanted to celebrate `` like a *real* big shot'', and Jamar said `` Why not?''. They went upstairs and shut the door. Marcus pulled out a rusty spoon, an elastic band, a vial of dust, and a small, pointy needle. 
 
 Shortly after, as Marcus plunged the needle into Jamar's vein, Jamar heard Marcus utter again, `` like a *real* big shot, man'', and Jamar's eyes rolled into the back of his head.
