As the next week went by, out of my six hundred and eighty six classmates, three hundred and forty three were ethier added to the Kilsy Killers, beaten to death or seriously injured for not being in the gang, or got kidnapped and added into the gang. Our senior class, now only consisted of two hundred and ten students because three hundred of them have dropped out of high school because of this gang. Kilsy has never been known for these severe gang problems, this gang was getting them from Prepton. Prepton had the worst gangs, as Mom would say, and she got jumped by seven of them.
I saw in the paper the Kilsy Killer's gang's twenty second shelter be burnt to the ground. Mrs. Green made restrictions about going out in public because of all the gang violence that's been happening, riots, robberies, kidnappings, meetings and much more. She specifically ordered that the whole family will ride together to their restruant, and to public places. If I would be working, an adult over the age of twenty one would have to drop me off and walk in with me, but I don't anymore. The Greenaland family at the Kilsy Community Barbeque House, which my foster family owns, would never be seen and would be in the break room. My foster family's van will be parked by as many cars as possible to avoid hijacking.
Maddie, Megan and I aren't allowed to go outside the house and/or restruant from the hours of 9 am-4 pm and from 7 pm-3 am, which is because those are the hours the Kilsy Killers can find you. If my foster parents hear/see/smell the gang members coming, they'll lock everyone at the house in the 2nd floor bathroom and call help. If a Kilsy Killer breaks into the house, then go to the nearest hideaway there is, whether it's a closet, the bathroom, or the basement.
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Mrs. Green explained this to me at the breakfast table with a coffee cup in her hands. She told me that she and Mr. Green wouldn't go anywhere in Kilsy or Prepton unless absolutely have to.
"It's just ridiculous that the Kilsy Killers is sill going on, I just wish that our family could live in a better community," She said. "I'm so sorry, Em,"
"It's fine, Mrs. Green," I told her.
"You know you can call me Mom if you want?" I chuckled and said "Sure,"
"Don't worry about not getting outside, your foster father and I will be coming up with things to do in here that won't be as loud,"
"Why, though?"
"Because, our next door neighbors, you haven't met them yet, lost their only child to gang violence here, and the adults next door are in the gang and that's one of there congregated shelters, we have to be quiet so that we don't get kidnapped or killed," I nodded my head."Mommy! Mommy!" Megan shouts from the second floor. "Maddie opened the window!"
"Ugh," My foster mother sighed as she stormed away from the breakfast table. "I'll be back," She flipped her dark hair and walked up the stairs.
"Madeline Sophia, shut the window!" Mrs. Green shouts. I heard a window shut.
"I'm sorry, Mommy," Maddie says.
"Honey, you have to be careful, the gang's congregated next door, I don't want to lose you,"
"I wasn't going to be lost, Mommy, I was just getting some fresh air,""Let me turn on the Air Conditioning up here," She walked back downstairs and I saw how pretty she was, her long dark hair was curly, and she was wearing jean capris and a white t-shirt.

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Adopted at 16
Teen FictionSixteen year old Emalie Johnslee was a perfect, normal girl. She's a straight A sophomore at Wilson Tree Senior High School and involved in volleyball, lacrosse, swimming, cross country, basketball and track. Emalie is the middle child to two sister...