Living in the ghetto isn't always easy. People get murdered; shot up on the block, robbed, and beaten. You have to be careful when you live a place like this. this is my story.
BANG BANG!! I shoot out of my bed, fling on the floor and duck as the bullets came shooting through my window, shattering glass everything. I could hear my mother screaming as she came running through the house trying to find somewhere safe to hide. The people down here don't need a reason to shoot your house, they just do it. I could hear the tires screech as the car sped off. My mom slowly walks in my room with an angry expression on her face.
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU DO NOW?"
"NOTHING," I shouted back.
She is always blaming stuff on me. Yeah, I don't always make the right decision and I have a record, but that doesn't always mean I'm doing something. In the back of my mind though, I knew exactly who and why they did this. It was Damon and his crew, they did it becuase i was talking crap about them all round town and they don't like people spreading rumors about them. The only reason I was doing it was because they stabbed me in the back too many times. We all used to be friends until I found out they were always lieing about me, talking behind my back and making fun of me. Saying how I wasn't strong enough to be in their group, how I was weak. Days went by, and I was still trying to think of a plan. I needed to get away from this, cause if I didn't, I would be locked up for life.
