The only thing I heard were gunshots. The rival gang Blue Jays had found us. We had taken the drug deal they wanted. The deal I did.
"LISTEN UP! THAT DEAL WAS OURS, AND IT WAS STOLEN BY YOUR GANG." By this time, I was dragged up, because I was hiding alone. I felt a gun to my head.
"WE GOT JOANNA'S KID, SO NO SUDDEN MOVES, OR A SHOT WILL BE FIRED." This is it, I thought. I'm not leaving here alive.
"Look, we will give you the money, just him go. He hasn't done anything wrong!" Matt said calmly. He is like the big brother to us all, and the oldest at 23.
"SHUT UP! ONE OF YOU GET THE MONEY, AND IF ANYONE ELSE MOVES, HE DIES." The boy said, gripping my shoulder even tighter. Blue Jean got up, and put his hands on his head to show them he was getting the demand. He opened our safe behind the couch, to reveal a suitcase of cash we got from deal. Are they giving up for me?
"Here's the deal;" He dropped the suitcase, and put his foot on it.
"You let him go, and the second you do, I move my foot, Got it?" Blue Jean said, whilst my friends were coming up with their hands on their heads. The boy let me go, but pointed the gun at me still. Blue Jean grabbed my shirt and threw me into West who held onto me like a truck. Blue Jean backed up and the Blue Jay grabbed the suitcase. All of us held up guns and pointed.
"Now, GET OUT OF OUR TURF." Matt screamed. They nodded and left. Matt ran and closed the door.
"Help me block the door! QUICK!" Matt exclaimed. Everyone barricaded the door.
"Matt, what did you do?" I yelled.
"The case is in the freezer, the money I gave them is fake!"
Dammit Matt.
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Prison Kids
Ficção AdolescenteAmya's dad sexually assaulted a woman. Jackson's Mom leaded a gang he's in. Lilak's Mom killed someone. Evan's Dad was a theif. They're prisoner's kids. Not prison kids. I wrote this for fun, but sadly I have lived some of this. Please be...
