Growing up in a big, industrialized city is always a tough thing to accomplish. And even harder is growing up, and taking the right decisions. There's always an abundance if criminals and gangs in the big city, and some times young people have to work with the wrong people, just to live one more day. And the setting of our story just happens to be one of this cities, a place I'll call Jingle town, in a county I'll call Hopeland. This is a stoy of a young man named Will.
Will and his family lived in a poor neighborhood, in an old house on south Jingletown. He lived with his crack addicted mother and his older brother. He always dreamed of becoming a rich and important arquitect, so he could take his mother out of that house. He was a straight A student at his school, which was something to be proud of, as most kids at his school would pass de C. His older brother was a gang member, but Will knew he wasn't a bad person, he only join the gang so he could protect his mother from the drug dealers.
Will woke up one day and looked around his room. His brother wasn't there... so Will expected the worst scenario. He ran downstairs looking for her mother, to inform her about his brother's disappearance, just to find her passed out on the kitchen floor. And their was his brother, tying to get her into a chair. He looked bad, bruises all over his face, his cloath rip all ripped open, he had a fight list night, that was for sure. After checking his brother didn't had any serious injury, Will prepared himself to go to school.
That day seemed like anyother, everything was normal at school: the gang members were all in the north corner of the school property, the chicanos on the south corner, all the school was divided in different social clasess of their own, as if school was a city of it's own. Will tried it's best not to be included in any of those groups, but still (unoffically an unvoluntarily) a member of the "Nu Black Panthers", a group of black kids who main goal was to cause vandalism in the streets, rather than follow the sociopolitical ideas of the actual Black Panthers. Will felt uneasy with this... as he prefered to study and concentrate on school, rather than going downtown painting walls and stealing public property.
The day went like anyother, up until the last class. Their had been a gang fight in the cafeteria, and peolple was angry at the "NBP", one of the "gangs" involved. But Will wasn't worried... those school fights never go further than a threaten. On his way back home, Will decided to go take the long path. While he was walking, a dark car passed by... Will heard three loud noises coming out of the window of the car... Then he felt a cold sensation through his body... Then, nothing...
Gee, Erick, I noticed your title is half alike with mine. What a coincidence, isn't it?
ReplyDeleteWhat a sad story is yours Erick. Usually they tell us we don't like to give good endings... but your story needs no good ending to be this great. Good job partner!
Wow, great job!
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