Its hard enough being a teenager but being a teenager in this ghetto slum just depresses me. Every night I am awoken by the sound of gunshots or once in blue moon police sirens. The only way I can describe it is like a food chain the gangs and crews are the sharks and people like myself are the terrified tuna, we play by their rules and no one else’s. Most of the kids my age around this area are into drugs, cars and everything bad.
I do have one good friend though, he’s name is Tony he’s a life long friend we’ve been at school together for eight years and we do everything together or we used to. We haven’t done much recently as he hasn’t been at school or around my house. My mother will not accept him in my house or with me playing with him. She says that’s something’s changed about him and she’s seen him in gangs up to no good .I told her that was senselessness and I know him and trust him and know he wouldn’t cross that line, because of my mum I can only see him at school which I haven’t recently because he’s apparently ill. I often peer out of my window to see if he’s with one of the several gangs that suspiciously squat on street corners waiting to pounce on their unsuspecting prey, to my hilarity he isn’t. Schools boring without him I have absolutely no one to talk to at lunch time I feel like a camel in the middle of an uninhabited desert. The walk to and from school used to be a joyous promenade but is now a sustained secluded trek.
