Sorry for the confusion lol. I forgot to put that the gang agreed that no matter what happens, every year they would come back to Camp Green Lake and dig a hole each. Also so that they could be together as a group again.
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Well I guess it all started when one of the guards came and told me that my ride was there. I followed him to the parking lot, wondering who would have came to get me. My only family was my father and I knew he wouldn't come in a million years.
"Hey Mandy." A farmiliar voice said.
It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me, I hadn't been called Mandy in so long.
"Hey Rick." I replied.
"What happened to your arm?" Rick asked.
"Shot, long story, i'll explain later." I replied.
Rick had been my closest buddy in my gang. I should have known he would come for me, I could always count on him. I climbed into the passengers seat of Rick's car as the guard walked away.
"So, what's happening with the gang?" I asked as we drove.
"We have been fighting Walker's gang since you left, they have been coming on our territory alot lately. They heard you are coming back, they want an all out street fight Friday. We got six new guys too." Rick explained.
"Are the gangs even?" I asked.
"Even enough, I think they have a couple more then us but its no big deal." Rick said shrugging.
It took about four days to get to LA. Rick would drive during the day, I would drive at night. I was happy to be back in LA and I was even more happy when we met the gang at our apartment. Even though my actual home was with my dad. We rented this apartment as a hang out. There are three bedrooms, I spent most of my night in one of them, so its kind of mine. I have all of my stuff there anyways. Even though I was surrounded by old friends, I still felt lonely. I would have giving anything to see Squid or Flame or Mustang, anyone from Camp Green Lake really.
The first thing I did when I got there was have a shower. It felt weird dressing in regular clothes. I pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a tanktop. You have no idea how hard it is to shower and get dressed with one arm.
When I got out of the bathroom, my closest friends were in the living room. After we exchanged greetings and we headed out. I grabbed my jean jacket. Even though it wasn't cold, I didn't want people to see my shoulder. I needed to find Jason Walker to confirm the rumble.
We found them hanging outside Jackson's corner store.
"Well if it isn't Miss Mandy. Back from jail already?" Jason said when he saw me.
"I heard you have been giving my gang a hard time." I challenge, sticking my fists in my pants pockets.
"Oh we were just having a little fun." Jason said smirking.
"You still up for getting pounded into the ground Friday?" I ask calmly.
"You better believe it but your gang is the one that's gonna get pounded, baby." Jason replied smugly.
"See you friday, midnight." I stated and turned away.
As we walk back to our own territory I notice Rick watching me.
"How are you suppose to fight with your arm like that?" Rick asked me.
"Do you remember when we fought the TX gang?" I asked him "I had a piece of glass an inch into my back and a piece of pipe in my side. I will be fine."
The next few days past slowly. Even though I always had friends around me and I was having fun, that feeling in my stomache never left. The night before the rumble I was in my room getting ready. I had my favorite pair of baggy jeans on and a new black tanktop. I got my hair tied up on top of my head and covered with my new bandana.
I lines my fingers with silver rings. This wasn't a fair right, it was a street fight, anything went.
I glanced over at the clock, 11:24. I looked out the window, the part of the neighbor hood I was in was quite rough. I would see guys walking around in groups, girls were only seen with guys. I didn't know how much more of this life I could take, it was pointless and I had to start school on Monday again, it was going to be hell.
I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and closed my eyes. I did something I hadn't done in a really long time. I let myself cry. Silent tears ran down my face when I remembered something "Tear drops, no one sees but me. I won't stop, cause I always believe, I will survive".
I cursed myself for being so weak. My sadness was quickly replaced by anger and hatred. I whiped my face off and took a couple deep breaths. I left my room when I knew my face was back to normal.
"Let's party." I said heading for the door.
The gang cheered, yelled and hollered as we walked down the street to Fourth Street. It was where all big rumbles took place, no cops would show up. They knew better then to be in this area.
We waited for the other gang to get there. They got there at 11:55. We couldn't start the fight until exactly 12, it was a rule. I waited, glaring at Walkers gang. They were yelling obscene things at us, well mainly me, I was the only girl there. I was use to it and just spat at them.
When Jason gave a yell the fight started. I went straight for Jason, he was waiting for me. He threw the first punch with just missed my head. I took advantage of his out stretched arm and body slammed him to the ground. That's what the guys call my specialty, if I body slam someone, they go down like a rock.
I jumped on him as soon as he went down and landed a few punch. Once he regained his breath we struggle for a few minutes. I tried to get to my feet but he sent a blow to my stomach making me fall. I landed on my shoulder and bit back a scream but pain.
He tried to walk away but I swung my leg out knocking him down. I was ready for him to come at me again but he didn't get up right away. He rolled around on the ground cursing and holding the side of his head. He had cut his head on a rock when he fell.
I didn't wait for him to get up. I plowed through the crowd, helping out my gang. The fight didn't last much longer, Walker's group ran once they knew there was no hope of winning. My gang cheered to yelled after them.
We headed slowly back. No one was hurt too badly. One guy did have a sprained or broken ankle. Me and Rick helped him back. We got back to apartment and sank down on the furnature or the floor. A couple people went out to get boo's and drugs.
I went into my room to change and wash up. I got Rick to put another bandage on for me. I noticed a red light flashing on the phone, a message. I pushed the button as I took off my rings.
"Hi Brandy. Its Mrs.Saxton, I would like to talk to you sometimes soon. We have some things to sort out about the shooting and the camp. So if you could phone we at 555-3804 that would be great." The message ended.
I stared at the phone for a minute. I needed to get out of here, this wasn't the place for me, maybe Mrs.Saxton could help me. I picked up and phone and dialed the number.
"Hi Mrs.Saxton, its Brandy. I was wondering if you could help out...
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Well I guess it all started when one of the guards came and told me that my ride was there. I followed him to the parking lot, wondering who would have came to get me. My only family was my father and I knew he wouldn't come in a million years.
"Hey Mandy." A farmiliar voice said.
It took me a minute to realise he was talking to me, I hadn't been called Mandy in so long.
"Hey Rick." I replied.
"What happened to your arm?" Rick asked.
"Shot, long story, i'll explain later." I replied.
Rick had been my closest buddy in my gang. I should have known he would come for me, I could always count on him. I climbed into the passengers seat of Rick's car as the guard walked away.
"So, what's happening with the gang?" I asked as we drove.
"We have been fighting Walker's gang since you left, they have been coming on our territory alot lately. They heard you are coming back, they want an all out street fight Friday. We got six new guys too." Rick explained.
"Are the gangs even?" I asked.
"Even enough, I think they have a couple more then us but its no big deal." Rick said shrugging.
It took about four days to get to LA. Rick would drive during the day, I would drive at night. I was happy to be back in LA and I was even more happy when we met the gang at our apartment. Even though my actual home was with my dad. We rented this apartment as a hang out. There are three bedrooms, I spent most of my night in one of them, so its kind of mine. I have all of my stuff there anyways. Even though I was surrounded by old friends, I still felt lonely. I would have giving anything to see Squid or Flame or Mustang, anyone from Camp Green Lake really.
The first thing I did when I got there was have a shower. It felt weird dressing in regular clothes. I pulled on a pair of baggy jeans and a tanktop. You have no idea how hard it is to shower and get dressed with one arm.
When I got out of the bathroom, my closest friends were in the living room. After we exchanged greetings and we headed out. I grabbed my jean jacket. Even though it wasn't cold, I didn't want people to see my shoulder. I needed to find Jason Walker to confirm the rumble.
We found them hanging outside Jackson's corner store.
"Well if it isn't Miss Mandy. Back from jail already?" Jason said when he saw me.
"I heard you have been giving my gang a hard time." I challenge, sticking my fists in my pants pockets.
"Oh we were just having a little fun." Jason said smirking.
"You still up for getting pounded into the ground Friday?" I ask calmly.
"You better believe it but your gang is the one that's gonna get pounded, baby." Jason replied smugly.
"See you friday, midnight." I stated and turned away.
As we walk back to our own territory I notice Rick watching me.
"How are you suppose to fight with your arm like that?" Rick asked me.
"Do you remember when we fought the TX gang?" I asked him "I had a piece of glass an inch into my back and a piece of pipe in my side. I will be fine."
The next few days past slowly. Even though I always had friends around me and I was having fun, that feeling in my stomache never left. The night before the rumble I was in my room getting ready. I had my favorite pair of baggy jeans on and a new black tanktop. I got my hair tied up on top of my head and covered with my new bandana.
I lines my fingers with silver rings. This wasn't a fair right, it was a street fight, anything went.
I glanced over at the clock, 11:24. I looked out the window, the part of the neighbor hood I was in was quite rough. I would see guys walking around in groups, girls were only seen with guys. I didn't know how much more of this life I could take, it was pointless and I had to start school on Monday again, it was going to be hell.
I leaned my forehead against the cold glass and closed my eyes. I did something I hadn't done in a really long time. I let myself cry. Silent tears ran down my face when I remembered something "Tear drops, no one sees but me. I won't stop, cause I always believe, I will survive".
I cursed myself for being so weak. My sadness was quickly replaced by anger and hatred. I whiped my face off and took a couple deep breaths. I left my room when I knew my face was back to normal.
"Let's party." I said heading for the door.
The gang cheered, yelled and hollered as we walked down the street to Fourth Street. It was where all big rumbles took place, no cops would show up. They knew better then to be in this area.
We waited for the other gang to get there. They got there at 11:55. We couldn't start the fight until exactly 12, it was a rule. I waited, glaring at Walkers gang. They were yelling obscene things at us, well mainly me, I was the only girl there. I was use to it and just spat at them.
When Jason gave a yell the fight started. I went straight for Jason, he was waiting for me. He threw the first punch with just missed my head. I took advantage of his out stretched arm and body slammed him to the ground. That's what the guys call my specialty, if I body slam someone, they go down like a rock.
I jumped on him as soon as he went down and landed a few punch. Once he regained his breath we struggle for a few minutes. I tried to get to my feet but he sent a blow to my stomach making me fall. I landed on my shoulder and bit back a scream but pain.
He tried to walk away but I swung my leg out knocking him down. I was ready for him to come at me again but he didn't get up right away. He rolled around on the ground cursing and holding the side of his head. He had cut his head on a rock when he fell.
I didn't wait for him to get up. I plowed through the crowd, helping out my gang. The fight didn't last much longer, Walker's group ran once they knew there was no hope of winning. My gang cheered to yelled after them.
We headed slowly back. No one was hurt too badly. One guy did have a sprained or broken ankle. Me and Rick helped him back. We got back to apartment and sank down on the furnature or the floor. A couple people went out to get boo's and drugs.
I went into my room to change and wash up. I got Rick to put another bandage on for me. I noticed a red light flashing on the phone, a message. I pushed the button as I took off my rings.
"Hi Brandy. Its Mrs.Saxton, I would like to talk to you sometimes soon. We have some things to sort out about the shooting and the camp. So if you could phone we at 555-3804 that would be great." The message ended.
I stared at the phone for a minute. I needed to get out of here, this wasn't the place for me, maybe Mrs.Saxton could help me. I picked up and phone and dialed the number.
"Hi Mrs.Saxton, its Brandy. I was wondering if you could help out...