As I laid in the bright green valley, with flowers as soft as velvet, the sky as blue as the ocean, and trees gliding from side to side, looking into his eyes. They were electrifying, green, blue, brown all mused together to create beauty. He had pale skin, with dirty blonde hair, and was 6’3. My mother’s scream woke me up, and all I heard was the glass shattering and a car drive away. My mother, crying and picking up the glass, looks at me as if it were my fault. “Did you have anything to do with this?” she asked. My mother has only known for a little while that I was in a gang. But even though I was in a gang, that didn’t mean that bad things were going to happen to us. When all the glass was picked up and the window fixed, everything seemed to get better. But one night, a gunshot rumbled.
To be continued…