Head down, jacket on, blade in pocket these are my rules. Hey I'm Dallas and NO I don't live in Texas so don't ask. I was born in Maine but my family moved to Georgia where my sister Amara was born. She's only five years old now there's a ten year difference between use but that doesn't matter she's my world she's the reason I haven't committed suicide yet. I live in a old run down house that always smells like alcohol. My parents don't give a rats ass about use all they do is eat , drink, sleep, and beat our asses. More me then Amara. I would always come to school with a new bruise but no one cares about a hoodlum.
My sister has beautiful dirty blond hair and cold blue eyes like my moms. I don't look like any of my parents I have brown red hair and hazelnut eyes. I'm not like most hoods I don't grease my hair I don't disrespect girls and I'm still a virgin. I carry a blade tho because the socials always pick me out of the crowed and beat my ass but after a while I stopped fighting back. I mean what's the point of even being a live if I'm just going to be treated like trash? My sister that's the reason she needs me to get her food and to give her the love she deserves.
My friend Zero is just like me he gets beat up all the time his a nervous reck now. My friend Jack he's he's something else. He has a girlfriend who's a slutty whore. Jack works two jobs and dropped out of school to take care of his family. And then there's Mandy sweet sweet Mandy she was murdered four years ago by her dad Markus Williams. She was the one who could make everything better she was funny as hell and could make smart ass come backs to anyone.
I have many secrets the only person how knows them was Mandy. My best friend dead, Zero a nervous reck, Jack busy, Amara lonely, and me depressed as fuck. So ya what a great ass life. I went to go see Mandys grave and guess who's there the fucking socials spray painting her grave don't they have anything better to do? I just wont to punch them in the face. " Hey what the hell do you thing your doing?" I asked angrily they turned to look at me not scared at all. " Paying our respects." One laugh . I couldn't help it I punched him and the next thing I new I was on the ground with a blade to my neck, Oh great I'm going to die not my best friends grave. " you fucking hood, you know you cant beat us." On snickers " get off of me." I whispered " what was that?" The one with the blade made a small cut. " ah." I screamed next thing I know I was in someone's arms heading to my house. "What du fuck." " hey dude its just me." Said Jack " I was." "I know I saw you as I was leaving the scrap yard." " Thanks man." I said in a daze.
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The Hoodlum
Teen FictionDallas is a Hoodlum who is abused. He try's to find his little sister Amara with is friends. His life is pretty Fucked up. I got the idea for this from the story and the movie the outsiders by S. E. Hinton
