life isn't what you think..

November 29, 2009
By Anonymous

well i'm going to begin like this i am 18 years old and i live in a ghetto place, wheres theres drug dealer and gang member, i have 3 little brothers and we live with our mother she raise all of us alone and she thought us better than the streets, but what happen my brothers hang around with the wrong kids,and all of the sudden my brothers got in a gang, we didn't know anything until one of their friends came home and told us. my mother and i were shocked and i started crying and screaming because my mother raised her well than that. they were stealing, talking back, fighting i school outside of school. until one day i sat down and convince them to get out of the gangs, ''yes'' they got beat up to get out the gang but i felt relaxed because now we could of go to bed with out shaking and thinking we were going to get hurt by other gangs, people half the world still don't know what a gang is like until you or your family joins a gang..this is a ghetto place and scary where i live and come from...

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this is a little story about the place i live in...

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