Personal Narrative: Gang Violence

“Bang,Bang”, isn’t an unusual sound that you hear in my town.I live in Compton, California. The town has a lot of gang violence. The town is bad, I mean really bad. I was thinking to myself, what can I do to make this place better. I was meeting up with my friends at my house. We were going to talk about our upcoming football game. Malik and Marcos waved me down, as they were sitting on the porch of my house. I asked them what they were doing. “ waiting for you” said Malik. This town is way too crazy for you to be outside by yourself, Especially at night”. I argued with Malik until Marcos jumped in and stopped us from throwing some punches at each other. We went inside and talked about the size of the boys from Los Angeles middle school. I

BOOM BOOM BOOM! I woke up quickly. A gang shooting was happening right outside my house. I crawled to check up on my mother. She was okay, but a bullet had gone through her window. I’m use to it, but every time something like that happens I always wake up to check on my mother. I am proud of my mother and how hard-working she is. It makes me cry on the inside because she is always working. Fourteen hours a day, except for Sundays (when we go to church and watch the Raiders game). Relieved, I walked back to bed and fell sound asleep. Before I knew it, the sun was waking me up and the shower was calling my name. When I was finished, my mom was already gone. A smile crept on my face once I saw the pancakes on the table. I knew that she was working hard just for me and honestly, that was more than enough. I got dressed and finished around 7:00, so I decided to watch Spongebob until Malik and Marcos got to the house. They walked in loudly, startling me. I stood up and Malik yelled,” Spongebob my favorite show. I love this episode”. ”Isn’t this the one where Spongebob and Squidward deliver pizza?” Marcos asked, a little too intrigued. After we finished the rest of the episode, we started the walk to school. “IT”S GAMEDAY