Too Unique

Prologue

So, my dad's been talking to me for quite sometime now. He says that everything is going to go back to Normal. But how so? Ever since my mom died when I was 7 (6 years ago in case you don't know the math) and my pops works 24-7 trying to fix it. It's only me and him, since my 2 year older brother drowned. That was before I was born so you can just skip the tears. But anyways, my dad keeps trying to make me feel better son the least I can do is so him that I'm trying by writing this book. I go to a school about 3 blocks from where I live, so I just walk to school instead of paying for a metro card and taking the bus. But believe me, where I'm from, it isn't a walk in a park. It's like every time someone looks at me, they think I', some drug dealer by the infamous black hoodie and grey jeans with Jordan's. Like this one time I was about to cross the street when some man who looked old and on crack put his crusty palms out and whispered " got some?" I shaked my head and kept walking. Some dude pushed me and said what's wrong with me for not giving him anything. Now, you'd expect us to get in a fight, but I'm not that the of guy. I know what I wanna do with my life and I'm not all into violence and street gang nonsense. But people in my school can't understand that. The girls think I'm a jock and. have no business trying to do well in school. The boys think I'm trying to be this typical goody 2-shoes guy, which is "not cutting their swag" They always talk about how their from the 'hood' and blah blah blah, but I've been through more than they ever wish they had, not that I'm complaining. The only group of people that understand where I'm coming from is my dad and my 2 classmates, Iselle Diaz and Arelis Fajardo. They're all nice. But enough about that. Let's get to the point.