Drugs, Money, Hell

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(Lena)

I sat in my bedroom with my little brother Leon. We had been up for about 3 hours. All the noise that was downstairs. Our parents were drug dealers. All we heard was yelling and cursing. I couldn't handle living in the projects of LA. That'a all people did around here. Was deal drugs. That's why when I turn 18, I'm leaving this hell hole. Leon starts to whine and cry.

"Lena, why are they making all that noise"?

My brother didn't really understand what they were doing. He was just a little kid.

"They're probably playing a game or something. It's going to be ok".

"Alright".

He turned over to go to bed. I was always scared for him. Worse than I was for myself. I always thought about how he would be as a teen. Was he going to deal drugs, or going to live his life the right way. I just don't want him to follow in his parents footsteps. Because this game, doesn't ever end.

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