Diary

Flashback

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Well, its happened. I always knew we were gonna hit it big, but now it's reality. The Third Street Saints are bigger than ever, so now all the shitty documentaries and biographies about how we came to be are being written and created. A couple are already out, and I've seen them. Lets just say they are all bullshit. They're getting everything all wrong! So I've decided to set them straight. Hey, I'm Elena and I'm fifteen years old, a lieutenant in the Third Street Saints, and Johnny Gat (proudly the most dangerous man who has ever lived!) is my older brother. I decided to start this um, "journal" to tell everyone the truth. What really happened in the Saints. How we actually made it big. And how it all actually started. Well, at least from my perspective. So if we're gonna do this, I might as well start from the beginning, seven long ass years ago...

I guess I begin with why I joined the Third Street Saints. I was eight when my brother was legally granted custody over me, before that, I was living with my mother; but she passed away. So, with my brother as my legal guardian, it wasn't long before I was inevitably thrust into his gang life...

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"Johnny, where are we going?" I asked, sitting in the passenger seat of his car. I glanced out the window, and I recognized we were in the Row.

"I just want you to meet a few people, some friends of mine." He answered, leaning back in his seat.

I kept quiet, there wasn't a need to respond, but I was actually really happy to meet some new people. I've been living with Johnny for about two weeks now, and the only person I really saw was him. I mostly spent my days at his apartment, watching tv, playing video games, anything to pass the time. Usually I would go to school, but education has always been a touchy subject in the Gat family, so Johnny didn't enroll me. In the beginning, I was glad, nothing bored me more than school; but after the days went by with me doing nothing, I really wanted something to do. So, I was hoping that these new "friends" of Johnny's will help me out with my severe case of boredom.

We drove a little bit more in silence, and I kept it that way. Sometimes, silence is just the best option when it comes to Johnny Gat, especially when he's thinking, which I could tell, he was. The thing between me and Johnny is that we're really close, so we can easily tell what mood we're in, without even talking. I could tell he was nervous, and Johnny never gets nervous. I could just tell by the way his jaw was set, and how his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. Usually someone would overlook these things, but I've shaped myself to be an observer. I figured out for myself that it was for the best if I just kept quiet and did what I was told. When people think of kids, they think annoying, loud, and smelly. The last thing I ever wanted was to be one of those kids, so I just shut up and stayed out of everyone's way. This also worked out for Johnny too, cause I knew he isn't exactly a kid-loving guy.

We drove for about another minute, until Johnny pulled up to this old, graffitied church. I inwardly sighed, what has Johnny gotten into this time? I knew I should trust him, and I did, but I couldn't help but be worried a little. I already knew Johnny did illegal stuff, like, really illegal stuff, so I couldn't help but be a little paranoid and worried.

Johnny sensed my apprehension, and sighed.

"Chill, Ellie, it's all gonna be fine." He reassured, looking me in the eyes, and placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, and we both got out of the car. I walked close to Johnny, but a little bit behind him, trying to hide behind his enormous frame.

We walked through the front doors, and my eyes instantly widened a little. There were a whole bunch of people, and they were all wearing purple. Johnny briefly mentioned the Third Street Saints to me, how they were a gang, and that they wanted to clean up the Row. I thought that it was great, from what I could gather, Stilwater was overflowing with crime, and I was proud of Johnny for wanting to make things better. Of course, I also knew that he just liked to blow stuff up and shoot people, but hey, it's the thought that counts. I quickly glanced down at my purple hoodie. So that's why Johnny made me wear it today.

"Yo Julius!" Johnny called out, and a few people looked in our direction.

"Wow Johnny, didn't know you had a thing for little girls." An Asian woman teased.

Johnny glared at her, "Fuck off Lin!"

Lin. That was her name. She was pretty, her black hair was held in chopsticks, and she wore low black pants and a purple tank top. I didn't mean to stare at her, but she didn't seem to mind, and she sent me a small smile.

"Wait, who the fuck is the girl?" I looked over at the new voice, and saw a black man looking at me with hard eyes.

I fought the urge to sink even farther behind Johnny.

"You'll find out Dex." My brother said, waving him off.

Dex?

"Julius!" My brother yelled again.

"Right here playa." Another man revealed himself, he had dark skin, and the air around him just screamed leader. The way he walked, talked, heck even looked, just made him seem important.

"Who da little girl?" He asked, crossing his arms.

Johnny wrapped an arm around me, and pushed me forward. Without the security of Johnny's shadow, I suddenly was really nervous. I did my best not to show it, my brother was tough, and I wanted to be tough too.

"This is my little sister, Elena." My brother replied, crossing his arms too.

Julius glared down at me.

"Why?" He demanded, still looking at me, but clearly talking to Johnny.

"Can't keep this shit a secret from her anymore man." My brother shrugged.

Julius nodded, and crouched down so he was eye level with me.

"Nice to meet you, Elena." He stuck a hand out for me to shake.

I shook his hand as hard as I could, "Nice to meet you too, sir."

He chuckled a little, "Hey I like you. How would you like to be a Saint?"

My eyes widened a little, "I would like that very much sir."

He smiled, and stood up back to his full height. "Well then Elena, welcome to the Third Street Saints."

I looked back at Johnny, and I couldn't be happier to see that he was smiling. Sure, it wasn't a full out cheeky grin, (He never did that, ever.) but the small smile went a long way for me.

"Yo, hey Julius, I'm not canonizing no little girl."

I looked from where the voice came from, and I saw a blonde-haired man, looking at me worriedly.

"Of course not," Julius agreed, "think of her as a Saint in training. When she gets older, and can handle herself, we'll canonize her."

The blonde man nodded, satisfied with his answer, but he still looked at me with worry in his eyes.

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So that's how I started, of course, things were much different for me. Basically, I was part of the gang, I helped them out when I could, and I was allowed to wear purple. Of course, I wasn't a real Saint yet, but Johnny promised me when I got older I could really be inducted the real way. That's all I wanted really, was to be a real Saint.

If you haven't noticed, the Boss wasn't there. When I joined the Saints, it was about a month before the Boss joined. That month was pretty great, I loved being in a gang, but everything really changed when the Boss came into play.

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A/N: Well there ya go! The first chapter! I'm so excited to be back and writing! This story is coming easier to me, so I should be updating more frequently. What did you guys think? When Elena "joined" the Saints, Lin wasn't undercover yet, just in case you were confused. Well this is the first chapter of many to come! I'm kinda thinking this story could actually get up to thirty chapters, wow! Love it? Hate it? Let me know!