CHAPTER 2: Dad... Gone

"Where Ma-Ma go?" Said the Jason again.

"I don't know. Where ever she went... I don't

want to know." Said the dad.

The baby crawled over to look out the window.

All the baby saw was a car in far sight. Ma-

Ma was no loger here. As Jason grew, his dad

taught him to talk and how to be respectful.

From where Jason lived it was hard. he lived

in the projects, a place hwere there were

there were hardly any white people and every

black person or hispanic (mostly men or boys)

had a gun. Jason had a hand-pistol, too. Just

incase he got robbed, mugged, or worse threa-

tened to me killed. Jason was now 11 years of

age and had a most unfortunate life. Where e-

ver he walked there was a mugging or a robbe-

ry. But to Jason this was normal. He had a h-

ard time comeing home from school. At least

once a week he was mugged. And at least one a

month he had to kill some one to save his own

life. His father had to treat him with a car-

eful smile. Every one who knew Jason knew th-

at Jason was a sensitive guy. Json hated liv-

ing in the projects but what he hated worse

was that he hated being descriminated against

just for being white. For example, once when

Jason cheated on a math test and got the exa-

ct answers as the black kid, he got an F and

the black kid got a A. He did not have any

friends nor once did he have a girlfriend. H-

is only friend was kids on chat and they tho-

ught that he was black. One day he was walki-

ng from school to go to home. On his left was

a bench with four black people who were laug-

ing at his skin and on his right was a man g-

etting mugged. Jason payed no attention to a-

ny of them. He looked straight ahead and sig-

hed. He looked up right in front of hid house

and what he saw would change his life forever.

It was his dad... he was dead. Shot in the h-

ead.