I don't know how long I slept for. Shit, I'm surprised I even slept for so long due to what just happened to my little brother. But I was woken up by a flight attendant and I looked out the window to see exactly where I was. Liberty City! I was now a teenage runaway on the other side of the states! The worst part is that I had nowhere else to live! Shit! Why didn't I think this through?!

So without another word, I followed the other passengers on the way out of the plane and looked around the airport. I didn't even know what the fucking name of this airport was. There were a bunch of passengers all gathered around the place and shit. I didn't pack shit with me, because I didn't have time. I was stuck on the East Coast now, trapped in Liberty City, without a place to live, without any money, nothing but the passport I stole from another passenger about to get on the plane. I was a broke teenager who ran away from home to move to the other side of the states. I just don't know what to do now.

I walked out of the airport to see a bunch of cars driving around the pick up area. Well shit. I knew Liberty City was a big city, but did it have to be this much packed out here in the airport? I just walked away and looked around. Across the street of the airport was a grassy land up ahead with a few trees. I crossed the street and passed a few billboards walking on the sidewalks. I didn't know what the fuck I should do now. I'm stuck out here in the East Coast and I'm broke as fuck with nowhere to live.

I don't know how long I was walking for. I had just made it in the middle of the city when I saw a bunch of cars just stalling and the horns honking. There was a gang of pedestrians walking around the city. I didn't even know what kind of streets I was in. Shit, I was so new here I didn't even know where the fuck I even was. I guess I'll just find myself a town dump to reside over at. After all, all the homeless motherfuckers stay out there to get refuge of some shit.

I was just contemplating suicide when I saw a car pulling right next to me. Motherfucker! I hope that dude wasn't trying to kill me, because I ain't even strapped. I didn't run though. I couldn't run. All I could do is pray that the asshole wouldn't blast me. Or better yet, I'll let him blast me, so that way, I can just join Brian in the next life. I ain't got nowhere to live out here anyway.

I stood in front of the car, expecting a bunch of bullets to blast through my chest. The car went to park, and a man hopped out. He was an Italian-looking motherfucker wearing a gray mechanic outfit.

"Hey, kid," the guy told me, walking up to me. "What you doing out here?"

I didn't know what to say. I didn't wanted to tell him what happened back in Los Santos. Aside from the fact that it was none of his fucking business, I couldn't bring myself to gain any pity from this dude by telling him the story. So I decided to take a deep breath and tell him what I've been up to.

"I been abandoned," I said, sounding as if I didn't have shit else to say. Then I started coming up with shit to say on the top of my head. "This my first time out here in Liberty, and I don't know the streets too well."

"Really," the man replied. "How old are you?"

I couldn't tell the man my real age. Aside from the fact that he might think I was another one of those teenage runaways, he might just blast me for being a minor. I heard that Liberty City goons blast on teenagers who set foot out here in the streets because they don't give a shit. But then again, Smoke was the one who told me that, and I do know how much bullshit Smoke be talking.

"Uh...19," I lied.

"Really," the man responded to me as if he could see right through the bullshit I was talking. "Same age as me. I would've assumed you were at least between 13-17. You look pretty young for your age."

"Naw," I told him. "I just have no experience out in this huge town."

"Well," the man told me, "I'll tell you what – how would you like a job out here in Liberty?"

"You gonna hook me up with a job?" I asked, feeling all of a sudden grateful.

"Yeah," the man said. "I own a garage over at Trenton. I'm a mechanic who makes a living off of fixing cars and all kinds of vehicles. So how would you like to collect some cars for me and I can tune them up when you get it back to the garage?"

I was liking this. I already turned 16 twelve days ago, and I barely passed my driving test the day after. So this would be a great job for me during the future of my adulthood. Fuck it, I was down!

"Hell yeah!" I told him. "I'd like that!"

"Cool," the man replied. "Well get in! I got a place you can stay at."

Shit! I got a job and a new place to stay at?! I think I might like staying out over here! So I hopped inside the car with the man.

"Name's Joey by the way," the man told me.

"Carl Johnson," I greeted back. "But you can just call me CJ."

"So where you from, CJ?" Joey asked me as he took off driving.

"Let's just say where I'm from is no longer worth living in," I told him. I couldn't tell him where I was from. He might dismiss me for being a wannabe gangbanger who he might blast himself.

"I see," Joey responded while driving. I didn't bother looking around the windows to see where he was taking me. "So what brings you out here?"

"I just wanted to get away from some shit," I replied to him, trying to keep from giving him any more details. "This place seemed to be great to reside in. Guess I didn't think this through."

"Well, I got you covered," Joey told me. He spent the next few minutes driving around this dump of a city until he finally came across an apartment building with two garages beside the door.

"Here's the keys," Joey told me, handing me the keys. "Now you can look inside, and the first thing I need you to do is collect me a Banshee. They got one out in the junkyard. Return it to my garage over in Trenton." He pulled out a map and showed me the locations. "Here's a map if you don't know where anything it," he continued pointing to the locations. "This is where the junkyard is, and here's where my garage is. Get the car from there, and bring it back here."

"Cool," I said, grabbing the map. "I can do that."

"Thanks," Joey said. "Oh, and you might want to hold on to this." He pulled out a pistol and tossed it to my hands. Oh shit! Now I knew this job would be serious!

"I'll see you back at the garage, CJ," Joey called out to me, and he hopped inside his ride and rolled away.

I walked inside the apartment. There was a living room with a bed, a kitchen, a door to the bathroom, another door for the closet, and the last door to the bedroom. It wasn't much, but hey, at least I had some place to stay at. I wasn't complaining.

So I walked outside and locked the door. I looked around to find a bicycle right next to the garage. Damn! I knew I should've asked for a ride to the junkyard. So I just hopped onto the bike and rode around. While riding through the city, I checked the map of this city and followed the path to the junkyard. It took me a while to get there due to the big ass city called Liberty, but I finally found it. And there it was, the Banshee that was right by the crane and car crusher.

I put the map inside my pocket and hopped off the bike. I looked around to see if there were anyone guarded that vehicle. I slowly crept to the vehicle and picked the locks. My brother taught me how to do this trick whenever we would try to swipe the Ballas' cars back in Los Santos. I successfully pried the door open and hopped inside the vehicle. But as soon as I started the engine, I saw a bunch of guards coming out of nowhere shooting at me.

I didn't hesitate. I stomped on the gas and drove up outta here. As I continued driving out of the junkyard, I checked the map to locate Joey's garage. I wasn't familiar with Liberty City, so I had to be careful driving around this place. I never drove so fast in my life. It's only been weeks since I first got my driver's license. I followed the easy directions and before I knew it, I had finally approached the garage. It was an orange garage with a blue roof. I saw that it was open, and there was that Joey guy working on one of the other cars.

"Yo Joey!" I called. "I got that ride you been asking for!"

Joey slid out from under the vehicle he was working on and hopped back onto his feet.

"Great work, CJ," he called. "Just bring it in here!"

I slowly drove the car inside the garage and put it in park right before turning it off.

"Yo, I got this back in here without a scratch," I told him as I hopped out of the car.

"Excellent," Joey said. He pulled out a wad of cash out of his pocket and placed it in the palm of my hand. "Here's $250. Spend it wisely."

"Thanks, Joey," I told him.

"Hey," he said, "you're free to work with me anytime. Here's a list of cars you can pick up for me."

He handed me a list, and I red through them. Shit! That was a long list of vehicles I had to pick up. But fuck it! All of that was worth it! I think I was gonna like my new job out here in Liberty! I got me a new place and some dough in my pocket! I did feel a little bad about leaving my family though, especially since I let my little brother die. But then I remember how my brother was being a hard ass on me and how he kept acting as if he my dad. Shit, I wish my dad was in my life, that way, Sweet wouldn't be trying to front like he the parent of the family. So I felt that I had to get away from my family and live my own life. I wasn't quite an adult yet, but shit, I'm getting close. Most importantly, at least I'm making a living out of something. So I think I'm gonna stay over here in the East Coast for the remainder of my life. There's no point in going back to my place. I have a new life now.