Growing up Gangster

Innocence Lost

(This is Sydney's point of view and will be throughout.)

I'm sitting on the window ledge at my new home..The place is so run down. Dark..Cold..Lonely. I noticed many looking so scared...Desperate and scared. Some people went by weeping while others in groups laughing. But the all had one thing on common..They were all black. I was thinking about when my life was...Ok. I went to school, I had friends..I was...Happy. Then my dad walked out on us and my mum's new best friend was drugs and her new boyfriend was alcohol. Soon she gave me up. She didn't want me. No one did. Not even my dad.

My new mum, Jillian, came through to my room and I jumped. Jill smiled and I smiled back, hiding my depression. "Guess what?" She seemed awful excited as she spoke, causing me to get excited. "You're going to school!" My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. School? I had a chance to be happy again? I couldn't believed it. I wouldn't. I, Sydney, the girl who lost everything, had the chance at a normal, happy life. It was just..Amazing.

It was a Monday morning and Jill dropped me off at school. I was dressed in a white shirt, camo shorts, a silver dog tag and a black waist length leather jacket. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked into school. I was sent through security to make sure I had no drugs or weapons and then went inside. I got so many dirty looks when I walked through the corridors and everything was so run down. I walked to the office where I was given a time tablet. I had English first. I walked down the now empty corridor and to my class. I opened the door, all eyes were on me now. "Uhh..I'm Sydney?" The teacher looked down at the register before speaking with a Jamaican accent "Ah yis mun! Go take a seat ovar dere." He smiled. My seat was at the back if the class, right next to a brute of a girl. She was covered in tattoos, scars and piercings and she was glaring at me. I looked at the teacher and seemed to start day dreaming during class. Soon the bell went for break and I went outside were the girl that was in my English class approached "You ain't from round 'ere gurl. I'm Nikita, dis is Macey and Tara." She spoke with a rough voice and I blinked. But soon cleared my throat and spoke "I'm Sydney..I was just adopted..My 'parents' live here.." I explained. Nikita and her crew smiled "Fullow us a momant." I followed the three and they led me to a dark corner where Tara and Nikita pulled out a joint and a packet of weed. The took a punch if the weed and put it in my hand "Sniff it." The instructed me while the snorted up the substance I followed. It felt good. My muscles were relaxed and I felt happy I started laughing for no reason. Then my vision started to blur, patches of black covered everything until all I could see was blackness. Soon I couldn't think. I had passed out.