I own nothing even though I wish I did.
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Turning to my small vanity, I picked up my bandanna and tied it firmly around my forehead. It was my branding to the Oriental Troups, a local street gang. With a sigh, I once again realized that this was the only thing that kept my family safe; my loyalty in exchange for protection. The deep black was a stark contrast to my shock of pink hair. Looking at the alarm clock on my bedside table, I realized that I had to hurry if I wanted to make it on time to school. Crap. I have to skip breakfast again. I mumbled as I rushed into my ripped white tee, blue Levi jeans, and favorite navy blue Chuck Taylor sneakers. Running downstairs into our small kitchen, I nearly tripped over Ami, who was contentedly eating a cream cheese bagel. I smiled briefly, rubbing my cheek where the X5 tattoo was forever marked. (We members identify ourselves with the number 15, X5 and XV because the letter O, meaning "Oriental", is the fifteenth letter of the alphabet.) I praise the Lord that she doesn't have to be dragged into all of this. At last, I scooped up my backpack and ran to the garage where my little black YamahaYZF-R6 motorcycle sat waiting, a 16th birthday present from my rich dad who lived in America after divorcing my mom a year ago. I grinned in sweet indulgence as I felt the machine growl to life underneath me. Twisting the clutch, the engine roared angrily and I sprang forward, feeling the wind tear through my hair as I faced another school year at Seiyo High.