Kevin
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Chapter 1 Introduction I’m not going to say my child hood was horrible, to be completely honest I loved my Child hood, as Tupac said “I love my childhood even though it was bad, I still loved it, I felt like it has taught me so much, I feel like nothing in the world can surprise me.” Growing up in the ghetto was hard enough, but growing up white in those neighborhoods is even worse. Growing up being the only white kid for about a mile, going to a school where counting me there was 2 white kids is hard. My neighborhood was about 85% Mexican, and about 14% Black, the other 1% was a mixture of Asian Indian and White. This all happened when I was 13-15 years old, growing up during those ages being the puberty and being told all the rights and the wrong, but then stepping outside looking down the street and seeing a fight is cool and exciting at that age, so you think ‘Screw what my parents say’ as most kids would think.
Chapter 2 Getting’ to know the Cliq I grew up in a city called Fontana, which is in Southern California, San Bernardino County, and Just south of L.A. The city had its good side, and its bad side. In movies you will hear about the wrong side of the tracks, well here it is the wrong side of the freeway. Once you go south of the 210 freeway it gets pretty bad, but the more south you go the worse it gets. And then you go to the Northern side of the Freeway, and you would see all the rich houses, nicer cars. In my cliq We had Nickie, Nelson, Dre, Pj, Sisco, Xyna, and Me. For the most part that was it, there are other people who came in and out all the times. We all hung out at Nickie and Nelsons house. They were both older than me but I didn’t care. Nickie and Nelson were brother and Sister, Growing up I considered all these people my Brothers and Sisters. Nickie and Nelson lived across the street, and 2 houses to the left. Pj, Sisco, and Xyna were all Brothers and Sisters, they lived at the end of the street. I kicked it there a lot of the times. And Dre, or D ‘Andre, he was and still is my best friend to this day, he live at the end of the street, across from Pj, and Sisco’s house. I never really Included Xyna in their name because I never really got to see her, she was always either cooped up in her room or at her Boyfriend Ivan’s house. See I kinda looked up to Ivan. He was the type of kid you did not mess with, he had beatin’ up so many other kids and was a gangsta. Then there was Dre. I have known Dre litterally all my life. I grew up with him, we were crib babys, his aunt used to bring him over and we would kick it. And to give you an idea of how our cliq was set up, I was White, Dre was Black, Pj, Sisco, and Xyna were Mexican/Italian, and Nickie and Nelson were Black/Portorican. And I was white of course. I went to a school about a mile from my house, and I walked to and from there every day, nobody ever tried to pick fights on the way to school, once you reached school though…that was a different story, then the kids wanted to get into fights to go home or just to prove something to a girl or some of their homies. On the way home was the worst, see on the way home if something happened that day like a fight or something then people were on edge trying to get into something because of that adrenaline. Once you made it to the liquor store you were pretty much set. Sometime me and my homies would go into there, I never had money…So I would do the five finger discount. I never got caught; I was pretty good at it.
Chapter 3 My Past One day I was playing Hide and go seek with some of my friends, we were at the end of the street playing in some of the bushes, and not many cars drive by. But this day we saw a dark car roll up, it was about 200 feet away, it rolled down it window slowly and eased its way toward us. Then all we saw was a black stick looking thing pop out of the window. My friend yelled “DRIVE BY!” to this day none of us know who actually yelled it. After it was yelled, we all ran down the hill threw the thick bushes and ducked down under the streets curb. Sitting there nearly pissing my pants we heard the. BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! Then the tires peeled off and we all jumped up and ran home. That was when I first realized I was living in a bad neighborhood, when people will shoot with little kids in the way. Where they don’t care as long as the target gets killed. I went to elementary school about 1-2 miles from my house, The first day of third grade. My Mom didn’t take us to that school anymore; we went to an all white kid school on the other side of town. I went there for 2 years and as I was leaving there were more and more Black and Mexicans then there were white kids from when I first started going there. I didn’t go to the Middle School that was over there, but for the next 3 years my life would never be the same. I started the sixth grade off being home schooled and I didn’t do anything so my Mom enrolled me into Wayne Ruble Middle School, where I didn’t know anyone and I was the only white kid there. When I walked into the class it hit me hard when I went from a white school to the only white kid there. They all looked at me as if I was a rare species; I just kept my mouth shut for the most part, when I went to P.E. I saw a girl I had grown up with, She was pretty excited to see me, but she had friends so she knew her way around the school. I had to walk home from school, and growing up in the neighborhood I knew what went on, I just never experienced it for myself, I never left the area around my house, just those couple blocks. Like most kids I didn’t go wondering off to explore.
After a few months went by I quickly learned what and what not to do, even middle schools have gangs, which I quickly learned as well. I had thought of them as “Retarded” until you see what they can actually do. The people in the bigger gang, also known as ‘13’ were people I personally didn’t like, for some of the things they had done to some of my friends. After going to the same school with the neighbor girl, we started hanging out at her house a lot more. Her older brother Nelson and I got a long great. I knew they had dealt with Drugs and Gangs, but it never bothered me. Just their way of making money or the way they wanted to live their life. Which is perfectly fine with me, one day at school it changed my life forever. I went to school like any other day and when I got to 5th period a guy was teasing this girl I had liked, so I asked her if she wanted me to beat him up just messing around and she looked at me and told me to do it. It had shocked me at first, and when the bell rang I went out of the class room and me and him faded. If you don’t know what fade means it’s a fight that doesn’t mean anything if you win or lose so no hard feelings towards anyone else. So we did 5 rounds in those 5 minutes in between classes. I had won 3/5 of the rounds, so I won. I went home that day with the attitude that nobody can kick my ass. In the 7th grade everything was pretty much the same, a couple of new friends but for the most part everything was the same as the year before. My friend Nickie had gotten suspended for fighting and he Mom never took her back. She was homeschooled now, so it was cool. I could skip school and kick it with her and her brother all day. By this time I had started smoking; my dad was a smoker so it was easy for me to get mine. Everything was all good in my life. Until one day I went over to their house and Nickie was on the phone with some dude that lived up in Victorville, Nelson told me it was Lil Navi, who was the leader of a Crip Gang up there, who were makin their way down here…. To Be Continued
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