The day is here! After 5 long months the summer is here and it was time to move to Dallas. After all that happened at the family reunion i was second guessing myself about going but he called and apologised so i told him i was still coming. I called the gray hound bus station to see what time the bus leaves to Dallas. They told me 9:00 that mean i will make it to Dallas around 12:00. I called daddy and told him that we will make it to Dallas at 12:00 he said okay that they will be downtown waiting on me. Bus had arrived to Dallas, called them to see where they were at. Trish said "hello" i said " hey I'm here" she said " OK let me tell yo daddy" she told him getting all mad lieing saying that he thought we were talking about tomorrow. He finally pulls up with i was getting irritated because downtown Dallas is dangerous at night people walk up asking me for money and that their selling weed if i want to but some, and people get killed and put behind allies. He got out the car say that he called my mama a bitch and that we bet not ever do this again because next time it was gone be a problem. After that i started thinking i made a big mistake of coming to Dallas. We made it to a brick house with a parking grudge and a up side down hot tub from the people who lived there before us. We had moved from Oak Cliff too West Dallas i really liked the neighborhood we lived in it had little crime but it still was a great place. We had a park in front of the house and the school L.G.Pinkston was only 5 minutes away. Everything was good i had meet a new friend from the neighborhood named Jerrod he went to Pinkston and he was a very cool person. He started showing me around the neighborhood. He showed me places i didnt see we daddy showed me lik our corner store it was a place kinda like a shopping center accept it wasn't a place where you should stick around for a very long time, it was right around the corner from my step Granny's house and she makes the beat koolaid pickles in West Dallas. There there bars on all the windows and doors everybody there was ghetto and there crack head opening and closing the doors for people waiting to beg for change. Then we went don't the road to a store called Jerry's. Jerry's was a hood store too but they have some good ass food in there. Summer quickly went by and it was time to go back to school.
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Im Not Like You
Non-FictionThis story is about a young boy Named Brandon hence but they called him Scodie, loves to sing. He grew up in a small town in East Texas called Marshall, Texas. His mother side of the family very religious but the father's side was to total opposite...
