Today is my brother Marios funeral. Me and my mom are going thru the grieving process I can't forget seeing him lye on the road helpless. I have dreams of the shooting every night. I feel like I can hear his voice saying Help Me knowing that he is dead and how I can't do anything to help him because it is to late. My brothers death came on a big impact for my mom. She hasn't been out if her room since the funeral. I am starting raise some money to help with the house. I called my friends and asked them to come over tomorrow for a big plan of revenge for my brother. They will pay but most of all big Willy will pay for my brother. He even had balls to come to the funeral. My mom let's me sleep in his bed at night sometimes I think it still smells like him. If my brother from heaven Is looking at me now just know you will have your revenge. You didn't deserve to die at 17 years old. Mom and I miss you and love you so much. I go to his grave everyday I can.
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Non-FictionThis fiction story is about a kid name Frankie Lopez. He is growing up in the projects in Compton,California his mother is a part time prostitute and his father is locked up in prison for gang involvement murder and a bank robbery and this is his li...
