Gangs-Personal Narrative

This book Monster: the Autobiography of an L.A. Gang Member by Sanyika Shakur aka Kody Scott depicts all of the events that Kody went through from the day he joined a gang up until when he decides to leave the gang, and his life after the gang. He joined the Eight Tray Crips when he was only eleven years old. He gets initiated into the gang after his sixth grade graduation, and he describes his initiation as an even bigger right of passage into society than his own graduation. The reasons that Kody suggests that he had joined a gang has to do a lot with the whole concept of belonging. He makes it sound like his family life was not a very good one, and that in school he felt as if he had no power because he hints at being bullied as a

We turn down a road that quickly turns into a dirt one. The road was very rough and rugged. There were pot holes everywhere and when you think there was no more it would start up again. The car jerked and jumped and swayed every which way. At one point my head nearly touched the roof, thats how bad the holes and bumps are. The trees curve inward, giving it an arch appearance. It blanketed the road with ominous shadows. The shadows start moving again, not from the wind, but from whatever was hiding among them. Up a little ways I could see a small cabin.

I walk up the steps of the house, looking around at the cracking paint that lines the walls. the stairs creak under me, I look down at the sagging wood and hurry to the porch which isn't any better. mold is covering it along with the fall leaves and sunken wood spots. I reach out and pull open the screen door,it makes a loud screeching noise. I shove my little silver key into the locked door, i twist and lean my shoulder against the door giving it a little push to open. The smell of old wood hits me before I get inside. I Step inside letting the screen door slam behind me. I look around, dust is falling through the air in the streams of daylight from the broken window. There's a couch in the middle of the room with a coffee table. I walk to

The Door slowly opens and no one was there. I walk in the house and look everywhere and I find nothing. As soon as i’m done checking downstairs I go upstairs, then I find Aunt Sarah reading a book about families reuniting.

It was cold, with a brisk wind, as I was starting to walk into a creepy town by the name of ‘Sleepy Hollow’. The trees were very long and slim. All of the leaves were on the ground. As I walked it sounded like a crackling fire that never ended. As I’m still walking into this strange town, I start to notice that everyone had traumatized looks on their faces. This woman ran by me screaming

Slowly we walked up the steps and into the Church. I can tell everybody was trying to be strong for me, but I'm not stupid, I see right through everything. And I wanna know where's Mommy, cause she hasn't been back in 3 days.

The grand town hall had half it’s roof falling off, I looked through the library windows and saw piles of books all flung about the place. Bomb craters were everywhere. I clasp my hand to my chest, it hurt to see my town in pieces. My little corner of the world. My home. I pinched myself, hoping it was just a dream. Nothing. I pinched harder and harder, ignoring the pain. I stopped, I looked at my fingernails which were now caked with blood, I didn’t wake up, this wasn’t a nightmare It actually happened. My anger took hold and I howled into the sky, tears streaming down my face. I sobbed and cried and mourned and wept and cried some more until there was nothing left and i felt blank, numb and helpless…

My networking with gang members helped in numerous dark side situations and strong arm approach incidences. In one incident I had a run in with a loan shark who just moved in to our neighborhood. They were operating in a shack located in a back lane near us. That afternoon I happened to be home and suddenly my mother came calling me, “Ah Jin.” Ah Jin was my nickname at home; I also have another nickname which I will share in my later writing. My mother cried out, “Quick Ah Jin the loan shark had chased a borrower right into the front of our house and they are going to beat him to death, quick try and stop them.” I rushed out and saw three people attacking a man (borrower) on the ground and I shouted at them to stop. They were in their late

My body started to shiver as our flight landed on the grounds of Edmonton AB. We drove home from the airport, looking at thick blankets of snow covering the bright green grass from view. Just staring at the thick snow reminded me of when I and my friends used to run in the sand trying to chase each other. As we arrived at our new house I opened the door looking inside gave me a fright. The door lead to darkness and almost resembled a haunted house. I slowly walked up the squeaky stairs with my mom leading the way. As we arrived I twisted the doorknob and turned on the light, there it was a plain old room with white walls and scratches that accented the white paint.

Worn out toys and VHS movies are stuffed in various boxes, along with dad’s unopened sweatshirts, hats, and other gifts. Stone covers all four surrounding walls, and claustrophobia fills my head. I shoot back out onto the wet floor. Straight ahead stand multiple black and plastic shelving units where collectible John Deere and International tractors reach from the floor to the ceiling Directly to the right of the room, the old furnace roars, like a rusty motorcycle starting for the first time after a long winter. A worn black punching bag stands alone near the window. Entering through a compact doorway, I am in the deepest and darkest room in the house. A foul odor infiltrates the sinister room. I take a step up, but this time water still sits between my pink painted toenails. Water rushing through the worn pipes sounds like Niagra Falls. It startles me and I spring off the concrete. Rotted wood beams support the wall that lies between the two rooms. Colored plastic storage bins packed full of decorations for every season overfill the wet and bitter room. I decide to make a dash back to the stairs, my heart is pounding, breathing is heavy, but I take off. I whirl around the rusted steel furnace and the stairs are in view. Sprinting up the steps two at a time, the door is in my sight. Color flows back into my face. Finally, I’m

As people cleared away, I got dirty looks. There wasn’t anyone who liked me other than my gang. When I was ten, I ran away, never looking back. My parents didn’t even care to look for me. I found the gang a year later, while sitting behind a dumpster outside of McDonalds, waiting for an employee to throw out a burger. That’s when the gang showed up.

Opening the front door and walking down the dark street, the lamps not illuminating the asphalt for the night just yet. I was only three blocks away from my house, I could see it from where I stood, the white building standing out from the rest at the end of the cul-de-sac, but it seemed it was light years away. Trudging my feet slowly then picking up the pace into a meager trot, I hefted myself up onto the front stairs seeing that the door had been forced open, the wood around the lock shot open.

The feeling of fear and terror struck me as I dragged my legs into what was supposed to be my new driving school. The school was approximately the size of my kitchen with only a single room, which included the office and the classroom. The floor was a dull shade of grey with a mix of spotted black shoe prints to top it off. The walls were three different shades of white due to the paint had been scratched through and peeled off in some areas. The bench I sat on consisted of three wooden branches. It looked as if it were picked up from the side of a junk yard along with the few furniture pieces that filled the room. Only four out of seven lights seemed to work. I felt as if this was the start of a spooky haunted house, not a school. I stared out the window like a lost puppy with the look of regret only to see that my mother had steered away.

One Saturday morning my mom woke me up earlier than usual. I remember it was a day with the perfect weather, fresh but sunny and windy. I can still feel the wind touching the back of my neck through my short hair. My parents, my brother and I got in our car, I did not even ask where we were going, I assumed we were heading grandma’s house as usual so that she can take care of us while my parents work, but this time we took a different route. We got to this strange place, so I asked, “What are we doing here?” and nobody responded. It was like a type of house, on the outside it looked like it had two stories, but when you enter, you realize that it was only one story. This place had a very high ceiling, the old paint peeled off the walls, full of bits of rotten wood. The main door was made out of old rotten and rusty aluminum. This site at first glance looked like a haunted house during Halloween, but certainly, the backyard was the darkest part; it was filled with leaves of all colors and sizes, small trees, and shrubs; it looked just like a jungle. The bathroom was separate from the building, it was a small room with a dirty, old toilet and a sink. After my brother and I, two little kids explored that creepy place, we noticed that behind us, more people were coming, we knew some of them, some not, but they brought with them buckets of paint, brushes, rollers, carpentry materials, brooms, and mops. It was then when I had to ask again "What are we doing here?" My parents

I woke up in a dark, cold room that seemed to be made out of metal. I had no idea what had happened before i had gotten there. I thought maybe I was in a dream, a very real dream. I had gotten up and felt a sharp pain in my chest and my leg. I looked around for a door but failed to find one. I kept looking but all I felt was just cold metal all around the room. As I was looking a loud bang and scream came from the outside. I heard it again and decided to walk toward the banging and screaming. I had gotten to the source of the sound and waited to hear it again. There was nothing. I had stood there for a solid 5 minutes but there was still nothing. I begin to walk away until suddenly i felt a hand grab ahold of my jacket and yank me through the wall. I went through the wall as if i was a ghost and fell onto a hardwood floor. Was this my house I thought, no it can’t be, how could it be. I walked around the