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Two.

Andree

The fact that I was late for dinner was really stressing me out. I was supposed to be home by eight, but fooling around with Jay and his dumb plans had me running behind schedule.

"Great, now my dad is going to have a fit." I mumbled as I rushed upstairs.

I went into my room and slammed the door shut, trying to avoid my parents as much as possible. My first move was to change my clothes. My father would have a baby if he seen the way I was dressed. I'm sure he was already pissed about me being late to dinner; Why give him another reason to bitch at me?

I examined my polo shirt and slacks to make sure that they were wrinkle-free and presentable to the eye. In the middle of cleaning my dress shoes, I heard someone knock on my bedroom door. "Andreson!" My mother yelled. "You're late for dinner, honey! Your father is waiting for you to join us."

"Coming!" I responded.

I grabbed the brush off of the dresser and slicked my hair back into a ponytail. I pulled the sleeves of my shirt down to cover my tattoo and then rushed out of the door so I could go downstairs. As expected, my father was already waiting for me in the dining room. He sat at the table with a half empty plate and a huge glass of champagne. My mother was sitting next to him and she smiled at me before taking a sip of her drink.

The food had obviously gotten cold due to my absence. I knew that it was gonna be hard to sit here and eat a cold meal and listen to my dad yell at me all night.

"Where have you been, young man?" He inquired of me.

I made my first attempt to eat what was on my plate to give me some time to think about what I was gonna say. Even though I did lie to him about where I was 98% of the time, I found it annoying how he always figured it out. I felt like I had no privacy when it came to my social life. That was the frustrating part.

After I swallowed my food, I looked up at my father. "I was studying with my friends."

"I hope you weren't with those trouble maker friends of yours." My mom said as she shook her head.

"They are not trouble makers." I tried to reason with her. "They are regular people. Just like you and I, mom."

To make things clear, my parents were basically the rich and snobby couple. After they came to America from Honduras, my mother began her own line of clothing and perfume. My father was a Realtor and had lines of businesses here in New York City.

So, of course I was born into a very wealthy family. All my mother cared about was money, and all my dad cared about was me being like him. He always pressured me to be outstanding in school, and he pushed for me to be Valedictorian so I could go to the best college in the United States. My dad wanted me to be the "perfect son." He wanted me to be something that I could never be, and also never want to be.

To tell the truth, I didn't care about what my parents wanted me to do. I wanted to be me. So, I basically led two lives.

In the day time and at home, I was Andreson Valdez. I went to New York City's top private school. My grades were usually and always expected to be exceptional. My parents made sure that I dressed and represented our family in an appropriate and classy way. Everything dealing with my social and school life had a tie to my parents one way or another. Without them and their fame, I certainly wouldn't have any. Of course I was thankful for it, but sometimes it was hard to enjoy the riches and fame if I had to be my parent's puppet.

That's exactly why by night, I was a totally different person. My friends called me Andree, or Dre. They were the closest people to me, and the reason why I had joined one of the most notorious gangs in the world: The Esses. It might sound bad, and maybe it was. But the gang in my eyes were the only people who allowed me to be myself and do what I wanted. We made a lot of money, and we also had a lot of fun. That was the only thing that was significant to me at this point in my life.