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We
all separated at the intersection of Talbot Ave. I ran towards the
fields in front of us with Isiah and two of his friends. While they
were running they seen behind them and they were shocked. His
friend said, "Damn, you could run for a girl. I thought you were
way behind. Yo! You're a gangsta a** girl..." We kept running until
we got to the darkness so we can catch our breath. Isiah and
friends started yelling out words out of frustration. Isiah had
lost his "stash" and pulled out his gun and asked me if I had a
purse that he could put it in, but I didn't. While catching our
breaths, his boy had seen a bunch of boys coming from Harvard
Street towards us. We jetted from our hiding and ran towards the
Franklin Park Projects. Every car that whizzed by we had to duck
our heads because we knew that the dudes had a red car.
Running and looking out, we got so tired. We ran all the way up to
the bridge off Norfolk Street, which is the other
side of Blue Hill. I let Isiah's boy use my phone to call his boy
and separated; I went to the right towards the police station on
Blue Hill and they went towards the left towards their "hood."
This story shows a piece of the negative things that happen
in my life. It may show a side that nobody wants to be in but
there's also a positive side that keeps me motivated to do good. My
life goals let me know that I have something waiting for me in the
future.
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