What do you do when your whole family think your that bad person in the family?

Some people are the prized one, some are the sporty one, some are the only child type, and some are left with the only other place… no not last place more like unfound ability, you know like the person that doesn't gat another chance.

Well I happen to know a person really well, that holds that place very well. Thing like when he goes to his grandparents house something happens, at home every day after or be for school something happens. He can’t ever get a break, and when he tries to get one something happens. I’m not joking this kid has got it bad!! He doesn't like it this way. So he goes to his friends, normally he has good friends like the people that do good in school, or know how to talk to people about things. This kid dose not know how do that kind on stuff, it all gets bottled up in side.

One day he was done he had had the last nerve he was just about sick of being alive he couldn’t take it. He walked home that day trying to collect him self be for he got home, in other words he needed to cool down a bit because him and his friends got in a fight.

"HAY!! Watch out PUNK!" he had hit this guy in a red shirt. Being smart he got a good mental image in his mind of what the guy looked like because the way he reacted to just getting bumped was very abnormal. "YO! YOU GONNA` SAY SORRY OF SOMTHIN`!" The guy was backing up as if to just walk away. The kid saw a blade in his pocket.

"Sorry I was not looking where I was going." he really didn’t know what else to say.

"NO… REALLY?" the gave him a glare then walked closer. He wanted to back off but he didn’t want to startle the guy, because he might stab him with the blade. "Hay, what your name? Mine is Carlos." he was a little worried about this guy but he went ahead with it because he thought it might help him cool off.

"Jake, why do you ask?"

"No no no… say It’s Jake, what for?" I like you your cool, I am going to teach you the ways of the blood." Jake was think he was kind of a cool guy why not hang out with him? "Here is a quarter go call you ever you live wit and tell then you gonna` to hang with a friend, you can stay at my place tonight." this never happened to Jake so he didn’t know what to do.

"Okay, might as… I mean yeah what ever."

"Good, you learn quick this might only take one night." the want to Carlos’ house. There was trash, butts of cigarettes every where. Jake was think how cloud some one really liver here? He even saw alcohol and beer bottles every where.

"WOW!!! Are we late for school Carlos?" he was kind of worried, but he didn’t forget every thing Carlos thought him. About drugs and gangs and how to act around who. So now Jake didn’t really care if he going to trouble of not he felt great… Then things got real bad real quick.

Carlos and him hung out almost all the time know he went home every ounce in a while so his parents didn’t call the cops and so they knew that he was still alive. Soon it went to getting drunk, high, and passing out then waking up with a hang over.

Jake almost never went to school any more, and when his friends tried to talk to him he threatened them of told them to mind their own bisnes. His parents tried to talk to him, but NOTHING would work on him it was all going to be over, or at least that is what every one thought, if the cared.

One day Jake had to ask, "Hay Carlos have you almost OD? (over dosed)" Jake had asked something like this be for and Carlos changed the subject. He did the same thing now.

"Who cares man? You ant gonna` ever do that. I wont let you… By the way I have somethin` for ya." Carlos handed Jake a bag full or red cloths. Then about 30 peopled showed up at Carlos’ place in 30 minutes. They all were wearing red to. For the first time, Jake noticed all Carlos wore was red. He never paid attention to it be for.

"Is this a gang." Jake wisped to Carlos. He nodded his head. Jake was hyped up because now he really wanted to be in a gang, but be for he met Carlos he would of never thought of it.

Now that he was in the gang he didn’t even like his old friends. Things were even worse, so bad his parents dint even want to talk to him, he was putting so much pressure on them the both started smoking to release stress. His mom had more of a drinking problem. Then it was a really bad night for Jake his mom died that night from alcohol poison. You might think that would stop Jake from doing what he is doing, but is didn’t!

His gang buddies told him in two days their were going on a drive by to this other gang. Carlos was really hyped up! He wanted to go and do it know. That night they all go drunk and high, then Carlos said "letsss goo get therm nrow!" they all agreed and they went. "GET THEM!!!!!" yelled Carlos.

"YEAH!" yelled the all even Jake. The gang started shooting. The other gang did to. "AAAHHHH!" cried Jake. No one cared that he got hit. Then Carlos saw and put his gun down and tented his friend. After the drive bye was over the whole gang tented to Jake.

"Are you okay?" one of the really drunk guys said. Jake was hissing and a little bit of crying. Then it all stopped! The crying the, the hissing… EVERYTHING STOPPED!!

"Jake?! JAKE?!" Carlos was saying. "NO!! I AM GOING TO GET THEM ALL!!" Carlos was mad! Then one by one all of the gang members died trying to get revenge!

Just to let you know....