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A Westside Story

-Max (8 years later after the car-crash)

I tried my hardest to pull my act together for Angel. It's probably because of her that I didn't go insane in this mental house . . .

Okay, so it's not really a mental house – it's a foster home. If I could have, I would have gotten Angel and I a house of our own; instead Angel and I live in a run-down apartment with four other kids, all of them ranging form the ages of three to fifteen years old. All of them boys.

If I wasn't stupid sixteen years old, and if maybe I was 18, maybe I could have given Angel and I a better life. Maybe I could have given us both a better future as well.

But I guess I'll never know.

"Max," Angel tugged on the hem of my sweatshirt. "It's time to go to school."

I tried smiling sweetly at her, "Okay, just let me tell Dianna that we're going."

Running threw the hallways in our small apartment I found Dianna, our foster mom, passed out on her bed in her room.

I kneeled to the side of her bed and shook her lightly. She stirred a little. "Dianna, I'm taking Angel to school now, okay?"

"Mmm . . . kay," her eyes fluttered and then she quickly fell back asleep, snoring lightly.

I rolled my eyes and ran back over to Angel and nudged her softly out the door of the apartment. Angels hand slipped into mine as she skipped gleefully down the hallways. She hummed softly to herself and her blonde curls bounced up and down.

Today was her first day of second grade, and she was more than ready. She had every supply she might need, my cell phone number if she needed it, and . . . she had my backpack and lunch box that I did when I was going to second grade.

Or at least on my way to second grade . . .

We walked down the streets of New York City as people of all sorts walked past us. Tall people, small people, weird people, Goth, Hippie, young, old . . . gangsters. You name 'em, they were all there walking past Angel and I on our way to school.

I pulled Angel tightly to me as we pass a group of people I knew . . . people that I didn't want within a 10-mile radius in with Angel.

We approached the school just as the bell rang. I bent down to Angel's height and adjusted her jacket, kissing her quickly on the nose, "Be a good girl, promise me?"

Angel nodded her head up and down, determined to do so, "I promise!"

"Good," I ruffled her hair and then stood up as she ran off into the school.

Now, all I had to do was take care of some business.

Quickly I ran back down the streets, dodging random people and muttering fast apologizes as I speed past them.

I made a sharp turn into an alley then slowed my pace. The alley was tall and dark, three walls blocking me in except for the opening that I came in threw. I stood in the middle and waited, my body facing the second wall where there was a dead end.

Someone cleared their throat behind me and I spun around to come face to face with my gang's leader.

"How ya doin', Maxie?" He said in a mocking voice.

"Sam," I spat at him.

"Now, now, Maxie, be nice to your leader," He said, starting to circle me, still only a few inches from my face, "You wouldn't want me to teach you a lesson, now would ya?" Sam wore a fitted black T-shirt, showing off his muscles and tattoo's. He had a mean buzz cut and a harsh bone structure with dark brown eyes, that matched his chocolate colored skin tone.

"She ain't gonna listen, man." Johnny, another gang member said, "Beatin' her up ain't gonna make 'er listen."

"Ey, ain't that right?" Cal, another gang member joined in. "Maybe, Maxie, you should introduce us to your 'lil sissy. Maybe then we could think of somethin' . . . she is one fine 'lil girly . . ."

I cringed at the thought of Cal being any where near Angel. "You keep your perverted little thoughts away from her, got it?" I snarled, really getting angry now.

"Aww," Sam said playfully, "We were just kidding, right Cal?"

Cal's eyes narrowed on me and he licked his lips.

"Cal?" Sam repeated.

"Yea, just playin' 'round, Maxie. No worries," he said dully.

The rest of the gang, Johnny, Chase and Jeb all nodded in fake agreement.

"Whatever," I hissed threw clenched teeth.

"Max," Sam said, placing a hand on my shoulder which I shrugged off. He ignored that, "We promised that we'd keep this little sister of yours safe. We ain't gonna touch her. The deal was this if we protected her-"

"Then I'd do anything you'd ask me to . . ." I finished for him.

He smiled, "Exactly. And what was one of those things that I made you do?"

"Drop out of school . . ." I said quietly.

"And why would I make you drop out of school?" He pressed.

I looked up at him, straight in the eyes and then said, "So I could join your gang."

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