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Have you ever wondered what it was like to just walk and walk without ever knowing where you're going? Whenever you're at school walking down the hall walking towards a door, do you ever feel like it's growing farther and farther away from you no matter if you run or wal or whatever? I don't want to sound like I'm crazy or anything, but I just want you to know how I feel once in a while. My name is Ally Dawson. I'm from the not-so-pretty side of New York. Most people call me Alls. I have curly brown hair, and I'm really skinny. I guess that's what happens when you don't have food every night. If you haven't figured it out yet, I'm walking home alone, and I'm not the goody-two-shoes people expect me to be. My mom and dad were killed when I was three years old, and I only live with my two brothers, Wilkee, and Denny. I could've been in an orphanage if it weren't for them but my biggest brother Denny promised to keep me if I stayed in school, so I did.

As I was walking over and over hopefully growing closer to a couple more blocks towards my home, I saw a car walk towards me. A fancy car. There were a couple teens just likke me. They were slurring their words, so I guess they were drunk.

"Hey, Ally, you wanna come with us? We could show you a good time." One of the guys said laughing with his boys.

I tried to walk faster, but by the time I tried, the boys walked out of their car, and walked behind me, and two of them next to me.

"Nice shoes, Ally. I really like them." Another boy said still following me.

I knew these guys. I knew all of these guys. I may have promised my brothers that I'd stay in school, but I'd never promise them that I'd be involved in cliques. I was in one but not with these guys. I was a tomboy so I learned to be only with boys; I was used to it.

"Where you going, Ally?" A boy asked with a beer bottle in his hand.

"Home." I said quickly and tried to walk faster. They quickly walked behind me, too.

"Doesn't matter where you hide, Ally, we're still watching your brothers."

Denny and Wilkee were both apart of a team as well. In fact, I'm apart of their team. It's not necessarily something you ask about, it's just that considering we were family already, I just had to accept it. That's how my mom and dad died. They were both in the same crew we were too, but I guess one of the fancies shot them both. We never knew which fancy did it but my brother will always look for them.

The two crews have gotten so big, all of our side of New York knows about us. It will always be a T-Jay VS Fancies. Honestly, I don't know why we're called the T-Jays but in order to be considered anything, you have to prove it. When I was ten years old, I had to get a permanent tatoo on my arm that said "T-Jay" on it. I couldn't tell you how painful it was, but every T-Jay had to do it, no matter what. In order you had to have a lot of money or something that symbalizes it. A famous car, famous clothing, whatever. But I've heard that some kids had to do the same thing I did with a famous Fancy sign on their arm, too.

"You gonna talk to us, Ally?" Another boy asked.

I've had enough of what they were saying, and started to run, but somehow they quickly caught up to me and pushed me to the back of an alley. The gates were locked and were to high for me to jump, and before I knew it, two of the boys locked my arms so I couldn't try to free myself. Then the main boy pulled out a pocket knife.

"This'll show you T-Jays." He said and walked towards me.

I squirmed and called for my brothers over and over again until they shoved something in my mouth so I'd be quiet.

"Shut that girl up!" The boy with the knife said.

The blade got closer and closer to my face, and I couldn't help but just calm myself and try to pray that someone would come to help me.

Suddenly, there were a swarm of boys that jumped the fence behind me, and ran towards the boys and they all ran.

"Are you okay, Alls?" Denny asked.

Denny was a very serious brother. He didn't joke to much when it came to school with me. I know that he had a soft side, but with all the pain he had to go through, I understand why he had to do the things he did.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I said with my head on the ground.

"You don't look fine." Wilkee said kneeling down next to me with Denny.

"Yeah, you got a little cut on the side of your face." Denny said.

I don't know how the cut came but I guess I got cut with all of my squirming. I could barely even feel the knife on my face.

The rest of our team came back out of breath.

"Did you get 'em?" Denny asked standing up.

"Nah. They ran to their car and drove away." One of the boys of my brother's team said.

"Don't you worry, Alls, we'll get those sons of a bi-

"No need to, Wilkee. They're gone now. I didn't get hurt, okay?!" I said.

"Al' right." Wilkee said.

They carried me away and we all walked home with my brothers and his groups' protection.

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"Henry, listen, I don't know what you did today, but you should stop." I said.

He laughed for a while, greased his hair, then slapped me in my face.

"How old are you, Austin?" Henry asked.

"I'm sixteen." I said coughing out some blood.

"Do you see that sign on your arm? You're a fancy! I'm a fancy! And that's how it will always will be! You understand?!" He yelled.

"...yes." I said.

I'm Austin. Austin Moon. I hate being apart of this fancy team, but it's just something I have to deal with. When I was eight years old, I had to get a really tatoo on my arm with the word "Fancy" on it. I live with my three big brothers, and his crew. We have the best clothing in New York, the best cars, and yadda- yadda- yadda. But I wonder what it's like to not steal all the time. My mom and dad died when I was five for this stupid team. If you ask me, I think it's just stupid and unnecessary.

My big brothers and Henry, Joey, and Jack. Them and the rest of the team. I try to think of them as brothers, too. I had to start stealing at age six. Henry and his boys used me for missions because they didn't think that anyone else would notice a harmless guy like me. I stole jewelry, and diamonds -even money. I hate living my life with that thought everyday going through my head. But I can't disobey Henry and the boys. They're all I got. I don't think anyone understands what I go through everyday. Sometimes, I wish I'd just live a normal life.

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