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Dreadful Life: A novel by Triz
~ Re-do ~
Act 1- " Before they were gold, we were sliver " --Trane, a video game character.
Chapeter 1
As I walk out into the ghetto streets of New York, I feel an unwantedness coming off the ground. Something told me that I need to stay inside. That is when I should gone back inside my almost life-less house. But, I was egar to go some tagging and some basketball done. All of New York was in my hands.
I grew up poor. I didn't know my dad. Just that he didn't love me. All he cared about was his drugs. My mom is hardly ever home. She is red- headed and hates everything that is good. I wished I could got away from her.
My name is Kyle Ross. My life sucked. All I did is spray paint stuff and played basketball.
The two people that had my back since I was 5 were Demetrick and James. I can count on them. But...
... That day, I fled something bad was going to happen. I walked to a nearby basketball court. There was a huge wall being built. My name coming from it. It was dawn. It could have been hard to seen me. I was wearing all black. Black shoes, black socks, black shirt, black pants, black hair, black eyes. Near that wall I was a thug looking figure.
I quickly ran to the wall and started to tag my name. When I got a good look, I can tell that person was a thug. He looked at me evilly. He was a huge black man. He spoke, " Hey kid, what the **** are you doing?? This isn't your turf. Get outta here! "
But just I was about to go I spoke," I'm not in a gang. I just spray for fun. "
" For fun? No way, it's too crazy. You wanna work for me and my gang? "
At that point in my life time, my answer is yes. But if I only knew what had been a head. My other friend, Amanda, was starting to become a little hooker. I thought I loved her. Soooo much pain. The thought of joining a gang would have been a lot. It could help get over her.
Just then, someone behind me said, " I think he passes. Get lost! " When I turned, it was Demetrick.
~ Re-do ~
Act 1- " Before they were gold, we were sliver " --Trane, a video game character.
Chapeter 1
As I walk out into the ghetto streets of New York, I feel an unwantedness coming off the ground. Something told me that I need to stay inside. That is when I should gone back inside my almost life-less house. But, I was egar to go some tagging and some basketball done. All of New York was in my hands.
I grew up poor. I didn't know my dad. Just that he didn't love me. All he cared about was his drugs. My mom is hardly ever home. She is red- headed and hates everything that is good. I wished I could got away from her.
My name is Kyle Ross. My life sucked. All I did is spray paint stuff and played basketball.
The two people that had my back since I was 5 were Demetrick and James. I can count on them. But...
... That day, I fled something bad was going to happen. I walked to a nearby basketball court. There was a huge wall being built. My name coming from it. It was dawn. It could have been hard to seen me. I was wearing all black. Black shoes, black socks, black shirt, black pants, black hair, black eyes. Near that wall I was a thug looking figure.
I quickly ran to the wall and started to tag my name. When I got a good look, I can tell that person was a thug. He looked at me evilly. He was a huge black man. He spoke, " Hey kid, what the **** are you doing?? This isn't your turf. Get outta here! "
But just I was about to go I spoke," I'm not in a gang. I just spray for fun. "
" For fun? No way, it's too crazy. You wanna work for me and my gang? "
At that point in my life time, my answer is yes. But if I only knew what had been a head. My other friend, Amanda, was starting to become a little hooker. I thought I loved her. Soooo much pain. The thought of joining a gang would have been a lot. It could help get over her.
Just then, someone behind me said, " I think he passes. Get lost! " When I turned, it was Demetrick.
