Things Can Change

Prologue--

   Summer was an ordinary 16 year old girl. Key word, "was". She was living in the hood, just trying to put her life together. Every night or other night, she'd be in bed trying to get some rest and out of no where, sirens and speeding cars would be all she heard. Then the sound of guns being fired would fill the air. 

  She will never forget the day that she was taking a walk, headphones full blast and all, and one of the crips pulled a gun on her asking if she had seen a man with a red bandanna on his head and a black shirt just running for dear life. As confused and terrified as she was, that was the reason she could not choke out any words. Finally, she managed to point down to Terrance street. The Crip hopped into his Benz and pulled off like it aint nobody business. Minutes later.. POW, POW, POW and that was it.. It got quiet. . 

Summer got home that day and tried to tell her parents but she walked into the kitchen to see her mother in full blown tears. " What happened mom!?" Summer yelled out, running towards her mother. Her mother turned around to see her daughter perfectly fine. She then wrapped summer into her arms and continued to cry. Then.. Summer heard a faint whisper into her ear. " Your father.. he's gone..". Summer didn't know much about her father because he was always do secretive, but to hear those words, her heart had just then melted." Mom, please tell me you don't mean.. gone for good?" She started to cry. " I'm sorry hunny.." was all her mother could say. 

Later on the news was a story about the bloods and crips. A dead body had been found on Terrance street. Suddenly, Summer had remembered what happened. The shots she heard was the death of another man. She felt like it was her fault. As Summer kept watching TV, the name of the man had been told. " Jordan Smith Charles". That was summer's father.. 

Summer ran to her room and cried for days. Finally, she realized something.. The man that has always been telling her " Be careful of these streets, shots get fired and don't nobody care, and the ones you thought would ride for you, .. your homies, will be the first to talk when you're gone" was a blood himself.. She had never known that about her father. Summer knew right then that her father told her those things because he lived this life..