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Written by Cory
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Saturday, 29 March 2008 |
I arrived at the location I was told to and faced eleven guys dressed down in blue. I stood in my white tank, and my black jeans. I was nervous, at only thirteen and going through this, they must be 20 years old. The leader was wearing a blue bandana on his wrist and had on a blue shirt. He stepped forward to me. I stood tough and strong. I knew what was coming. It was going to hurt but I was ready. The butterflies in my stomach where overpowered. I was ready. “ Three minutes for three years over 10. Starting Now.” The leader said. He hit me in the face as hard as he could and it hurt. I was being beat-in to join the Rolling 60 Crips. All eleven jumped on me and began hitting me kicking me. Hurry, I thought hurry. The blows continued and I thought I had been set up. Then I heard the beep. Not of the stop watch the leader had set, but of a car horn. The rescuers had come. Two car loads of men in red jumped out and began firing at the group that was beating me. On fell on top of me. One screamed like a girl, and some ran. I hid under the first one dead, and closed my eyes. When the shots had finally quit firing I got up. I was red with blood and felt like a coward. The leader of the men in red was my cousin, Ck. Ck gave me his piece. A .357. there was only one man in blue left, the leader. Before Ck gave me the order, I shot the man three times. I turned around and was presented a red bandana. “ Lil’ Homie welcome to the bloods.”
Copyright 2008 Cory
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