My name is Sammuel Jane. I was born to a middle class family that lived in the run down streets of Brooklyn, New York. My father, Rodrick Jane, works as a car mechanic at "Auto Care" bringing in a stable income for our family. My mother, Anne-Marie Jane, works at "Danny's Joint" as a waitress and brigs in that bit more to make living a little more comfortable. Together they do not earn much, but it's enough to raise my baby brother, Jonah, and I.
My parents worked hard to put Jonah and I through school to give us an education. They did this hoping that it would lead us to a future far away from the one they're having now. A future where we could raise our own families without the fear of having out children be led astray, or without the incessant fear of being a the wrong place at the wrong time. They wanted the best for us.
I love my parents. But I was a rebellious hellion, I couldn't concentrate in school. Not with the constant reminder of the freedom my friends were having out of the four musky walls of school. The well empty classroom served as a reminder.
"Just this once." i reasoned with myself.
I was seventeen and it was the first time i skipped school.
"WOOHOOO!" I screamed out of the Mustang, as Todd, Bruce and myself ripped down the streets.
"Freedom tastes s-weet!" I announced to them.
This was freedom as i knew it. The first taste got me hooked. i wanted more, and i had more of this 'freedom'. So much, that i got drunk on it.
Things started spiralling out of hand. Soon enough I wasn't even attending school anymore. I spent time just bumming around with Todd and Bruce. In time, they introduced me to their friends and so on. My social circle kept growing till I knew almost anyone out on the corner of the street or in the back alleys. I yearned to be accepted by them and did what they did. Smoke, drink and steal.
Because of my new lifestyle, relationship between my parents and I was becoming strained. We would have frequent bouts of vehement fights about me skipping school and throwing my life away with the indolent lot i was spending my time with.
After these bouts of fighting, I would run off to Todd's or Bruce's house to spend the night. Sometimes, my father would drive down to bring me back home. The big man had a soft heart, he loved me beyond measure and I couldn't reciprocate it.
