A night out turned into a tragic tale

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Deja Point of view:

"Dude they look like they're on fire tonight," my younger brother Duron said to Dj who Is my oldest brother.  As for me I'm not a part of the crew, do not get me wrong but I suck at dancing unless is classical train.  My mother raised us on her own since my dad left before Dj was five, Duron was 1 and I was 2. 

At the moment we are at an underground club in our hometown in LA or the city of Angeles as they call it.  while my two brothers were bickering on whether should they battle this crew or not but in the end, Dj said he got their backs, so Duron shook on it. 

AS they were about to battle, I went to the bar to meet up with my friend Tisha, who was flirting with the bartender to give her free drinks. 

"Hey girl"

: chick you need to chill on these men, ain't you with tre but also getting with my brother on the down low?"  I gave her a smart remark as I approached her.

" girl were young, you got to live a little"

" I do, hello remember I'm moving to ATL at the end of this month for school"

"right miss I got a full ride to one of the top schools in Atlanta"

"girl ain't your brother's crew going to battle tonight"

"girl. they..."

"Give it up for the Goon Squad" the announcer said,

before I could finish my sentence there they were starting the battle off. 

20 minutes later:

They won with my younger brother doing his famous one-hand-handed stand.

were just leaving the club and going to the railroad tracks to go to our house which was a few houses down. 

"give me my money" an unexpected voice came out of nowhere

"I don't got it" my younger brother yelled back

"give me my money" the cholo guy repeated to us

before I knew it my younger brother was dead on the ground and my oldest brother was crying out for help. 

I did what I knew and ran to the closest payphone and called 911. 



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