Once I got home that night, I told my cousin I wanted to learn how to Fight. Back then when you say that you just keep getting beat up untill you learn. so I guess you can tell what happened without me saying it, but ill tell anyway. soon as I said it My cousin Punched me in the Face my Lip and Nose Started bleeding on contact. she started throwing punches so fast I couldn't keep up but I fought back. All I was thinking was Never Stop Hitting, No Matter what happens Never give up. after about Three Weeks I Decided I wanted To Move On to Boxing Gloves. With The Gloves I Learned Skills. I learned How To Jab And I Also Learned How To Punch Somebody In There Face even If They Was blocking. After a Month I Was Ready for Revenge. Later on That Night Me and my Friends All went Walking We Banked My Cousins Friend Because I Felt She deserved It. When I Saw My Cousins They Were Laughing , Yelling Out How they Banked Me And I Didn't Hit Back. I Stopped All their Talking Once I Said I Wanted My Ones. I Fought Both Of Them One On One And when I Was Finished I Spit On The Oldest One Because She Used To Be My Favorite. She Disrespected Me So I Disrespected Her. That's When I Realized I Was Gone Be good. I Started Talking about People Just So When They Would Come Up To Me And ask about It I Could Punch Them In Their Face. I wasn't Playing with These People Anymore I Would Always Walk Past A Person I Didn't Like And Throw Up My Sign And Yell Out " SQUAAAD " And If I didn't Get the Same response back Then To me You Was with The Opposition , And I don't Like stuff Like That. To Me I Had Been Disrespected, and I Had To Get You. I Eventually Learned That You Can't Just Fight Everyone Because Some People You Can't Beat and some people was behind other people's problems. I Always Used to go home at Night and Think Man I Really Should Change My ways Before I end up Dying. My Mom Used To Punish Me And always Punish Me. I was the hated child and Everyone knew it. I Grew so Far away from my mom that my Aunt Became my Mom. Things Weren't Always Like this But The Farther apart we Grew The More I Became An Independent Person.
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The Line between Family and the Streets
Non-Fictionthis story is all about how you can lose your family to the Streets.