Monday,I woke up to the sound of police sirens wailing and echoing through the streets sounding like demons screaming for help. The sirens started to get closer and closer each loop, I was used to sleeping on them by now and not waking up but that wasn't it, it was the sound of gunshots that roared through the street. Soon enough the sirens stopped after the skid of the cars brakes . I gut up to the window next to me to check outside and saw that the cop cars were parked nearby, there was also an ambulance with physicians walking towards it. They were pushing a male's body into the van on a stretcher. I couldn't tell who it was that they put in there since there were people standing in the way of the face but I could see blood dripping from the body from the chest and splash on the ground , some of the people knew this person because they looked shocked and some were crying seeing this haunted me and it an image of it would be stuck in my mind not being able to forget it. Then they brought out another body-
"Kendrick get over here!" my mom said anxiously from the porch , so I got up and looked around my room for some clothes to wear today, after I found clothes which were some black jeans that were ripped in some places a black t-shirt, a grey jacket a beanie and some ripped Adidas that I've had for over a year most of my clothes were hand downs because we didn't have enough money for any new clothes as soon as I put all my clothes I went over to the porch through the front of the house where my mom was looking over to the parked cop cars "Yeah what happened mom" I said to her "The neighbors were just killed nobody knows who, though" she said "It probably happened because the had something to do with a gang"I said "You really think those two had gang relations though?" she said.
That's when I realized they didn't at all they were just a poor family with nothing really just trying to live just like all of us. "No, they didn't" I said "You see that's what scares me the most that somebody will just come up in here and kill us without any remorse and reason to do so" she said with a worried voice "It won't happen, mom" I said to her "And how do you know that, they just killed two innocent people."she responded "I don't" I said to her worriedly.
That conversation that we had got me thinking about where we were financially and how we were living and how my family had been affected, My brothers were already getting influenced by gangs and wanted to be in them they were also doing drugs and getting into problems in school and out of school, One day this lead to them being killed and my mom feeling like it was all her fault. My friends were doing the same also. but who said I wasn't going to end up doing the same sooner or later because I'm not going to have a choice, It also made me think about how much money we had to support ourselves and the family ,my mom is working at 3 jobs and she barely gets paid enough to feed us. This is all that made me notice that I needed a job or just something to do to make money...anything.
