We calmed down enough to talk about our plans from here. We needed to make sure the cops weren’t hiding out, looking for other people. He hushed me and called one of our guys to make sure the cops weren’t out and about. Come to find out, the cops left a few minutes after they arrived because they had enough people to interview. I remember I had my gun, and I had ditched my hoodie and ripped my socks up, so I had no clue where to store this thing. What was even worse in my opinion, was the fact that I still had my mom to deal with.
Knowing how bad my anxiety was, clinically, I begin to freak out. The cops might be at my house right now, I’ll have my gun, I’m in what is considered a “dangerous group,” and mom has no idea about what goes on. Just when I thought things were getting better in our relationship, this pops up. The ultimate bridge burner. I’m only a freshman in high school and straight out of lockup. I cry for what seems like hours, while a pair of eyes just stares. I cry like a baby, thinking about my friends, my mom, my career, my future. I’m done with, that’s it. Game over.
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Chasing Matters
Non-FictionTrue story about some things I put myself through. As a freshman in high school, I had been straight out of lock up. Instead of it being only 6 months like it was last time, it was going to cost me my whole life.
