Gun: A Short Story

I grew up in Detroit, Michigan. All my life I had it hard, mostly everything I wanted I had to go get it myself, and I didn’t get it the legal way either. I am the second oldest of four kids. It was hard enough not really having a dad in our life, but things weren’t so bad until I started getting older and I really started having to get things on my own. We lived with our grandma as well as my mother and like eight cousins and I never had my own room or bed, I always had to sleep on the floor or on an uncomfortable couch. Things were never great. When I was about 17 my cousin and I went to a party with a couple of our friends and I had a gun on me. While we were at the party, a couple of other guys were mugging me and the guys that were with me. So, we decided to leave but, before we left I asked my friend if he wanted me to shoot the party up and he said, “Yeah.” So, I got out the car and cocked the gun and started shooting and ran around the corner and my friends met me and picked me up. After that, we went to another party that was only like a couple of blocks away from my house, and to remind you I still have the gun on me. We get in the party and there was a couple of guys that were in there flashing money and showing off and my friend pulled me to the side and asked me did I want to rob them and I said “yeah.” So, I went down …show more content…
Then three or four months after that me and this boy name Michael broke into a house and the guy’s house that we broke into was a big drug dealer but, he was kind of old, around forty eight to fifty five years old maybe. So, once he found out who we were and found out we were from the same neighborhood that he was from, he started looking for us and somehow the news got back to my mother and she was so disappointed and hurt because she didn’t know I was out in the streets doing the things that she was