Okay so this is something I've been working on for a while, please read and review! I'd really appreciate it guys!
Many people in this neighbourhood think lowly of kids like me; hoods, JD's, punks, thugs, greasers. Well, everyone has a story, and it's time I shared mine. My story, is the story of a famous hood's brother. The story of Daniel Winston, Dallas Winston's little brother.
I remember lying on my bed the day I turned seventeen. My bed? No; someone else's bed. It would have only been a matter of time before I was shipped to some other boy's home. This time however, all I had brought with me was the clothes on my back, my radio, and 3 pictures that I held dear to my heart. Being shipped to boy's home after boy's home, you learn to keep the things you can carry and leave the rest of it. This time however, I considered my self lucky. Lucky maybe wasn't the word I would say, but everyone seemed to think so. Instead of being shipped off to another state, I was shipped to a boy's home on the other side of Tulsa. Yes, it was still on the east side, but it was further south than the other one. The part of Tulsa were the real hoods live. The ones who really have no one and kill people for kicks. I shook my head; So what? I've got a gun, its not big fucking deal. Just watch your back asshole, the voice in the back of my head told me. I rolled over on my side and grabbed one of my pictures. It was of Jo; my girlfriend. I stared at the picture, studying how her smile lit up the rest of her face, how her eyes were full of laughter and love. I sighed and leaned over, turning my radio on and tuning it to a country station. Turning the dial all the way to the right, the volume went up as far as it could go. I lied back and listened as Johnny Cash sang about a ring of fire. There was a knock on the door and I looked up to see the head of the home standing there, obviously ticked from the loud music that was playing. I smirked at him, and he shook his head.
"Boy you better behave, becausewe only gotta deal with your shit for so long before I can send your ass somewhere across the state from your precious girlfriend. She is the only reason you're not in fucking Alabama. If you want to stay here and be with your girl, then you cant act like your brother. Got me kid? I can send you somewhere you don't want to be, faster than you can say No. Got me?" I smirked, and nodded.
"Good. Glad we're on the same page. Now, dinner is on the table. If you're a good boy, and don't cause any trouble during dinner, I'll let you make a phone call." He said, and I nodded, putting the picture back on the night table. I followed the balding man down the back of the stairs, and thought about drawing a smiley face there while he was sleeping. Smiling, I shook my head of the thought and walked into the room that was full with brawny boys, already fighting with eachother over a box of pizza. I shook my head, and walked between the two biggest and grabbed a slice. I ate it quietly in the corner of the room, sticking to myself as I usually did. When I was finished eating, I saw some of the boy's looking at me. I knew I was most likely one of the oldest boys here, but I could tell that it meant nothing in this house. The balding man walked back in, and started talking. The other boy's left, and the man walked over to me.
"My name is Donald. The phone is in the next room over, you get thirty minutes a day. Curfew is at ten on school night, midnight on the weekend. If you fail to meet these requirements, you will be sent away. If something comes up, or you decide to stay at your girlfriends house, we recommend you call to let us know. Communication is a very important thing here." I nodded, wanting my phone call. Donnie walked away and I went into the next room, dailing the number I knew off by heart. I put the phone to my ear and waited for the voice I was dying to hear.
"Hello?" I grinned at the sound of the voice.
"Hey babe," I heard her laugh quietly on the other end of the phone.
"Hey Danny, how is everything?" She asked, and I could tell there was a smile plastered on her face.
"Everything is alright; the guy's here look all brawn no brain." She laughed again. "Although, I'm sure I'm not that far from your house. The rules are pretty chill, just meet curfew and let them know if you're staying the night somewhere. I get a half hour of phone every night."
"Well that's good Danny, I miss you. I hate not seeing for weeks," She said with a hint of sadness in her voice.
"I know Jo, I know. I'm going to talk to the head and see when I can get out. I'm pretty sure they'll let me go to school, but it's still summer. I miss the whole gang and especially you babe." She sighed,
"We're all worried about you Dan. You know what those boys are like in that neighborhood. I just don't want you getting hurt."
"I know Jo, I know. Is Chris there? Or did he go home?"
"He's here, Ill get him. Love you Daniel," She said, handing the phone off.
"Hey man," Chris said.
"Hey, what's happening?"
"Nothing, Pup got jumped last night, we're not sure who yet. We're pretty sure it may have been the Tigers, but Pup is still sleeping." I grimaced. Pup was only fourteen.
"How bad was he?" I asked, and Chris sighed.
"Bad enough that he passed out, but we didn't have to go to the hospital. We brought him to Medic, and Medic fixed him up." Medic was exactly what his name was. He was a paramedic, and Jo's older brother. He fixed the gang up.
"Alright, I'm hoping to head over to the factory later tonight or tomorrow. See how the gang is doing. I'm gonna try and figure out if I can still be leader, or if I need to get someone else to run it." I heard Chris make a noise of approval, and we sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"So uh, how's everything at the home? The boys all big and brawny like everyone in that neighborhood?" He asked me and I laughed shaking my head.
"I dunno man, I've barely spoken to anyone. Listen I should turn in, Donald says we need to be up early for breakfast, then we catch a ride to school. Starting my first day at Will Rodgers tomorrow."