Growing up in the hood,you have to get used to things at a little age.
Things like shootings,rapes,murders,robberies, and deaths.
But me I'm still adjusting.
My name is Deshawna Gara McCullough, I'm 13,and I'm black Indian and Puerto Rican.
I've lived most of my life in California and the part of me that became hood was raised by,the slumps of Las Vegas.
My family is not rich,and in fact were not even middle class.
We are poor.
I always told myself that when I get older I would get a big house for my family so we can all live in it,but now that I've grown I know that may not happen. I'm young but smart, and I mean smart.
My whole family is smart its just,you know. We all know those people who are out the roof,book smart,but they make the most dumb decisions
One of those people in my life right now would be my older brother Gary.
He went from getting scholarships,good grade,girls,and school fame.
To being a failure.
I love my brother like he is dad,because to me,he's my rock.
But when you see someone you love and image to become one day turn into a failure, you start to look at things differently. No matter what the situation is,hurt and anger,will always make you look at things differently.
That's when I realized, that I had to make it out,I had to be able to say
"I did it". But then,I had to able to say my brother made it to.
I also then realized we were both failures,but the catch was.
It takes a failure to rise.
