Vato. (Part One)

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
An adolescent boy describes life in a gang that he belongs to and why he felt that he had to join.

Submitted: May 21, 2017

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Submitted: May 21, 2017



Yo, yo, yo!  How's tricks??  This is your friend, Pedro R., writing; but few people know me by that name.  On the streets, where I rule with my gang, "The Latin Kings", I am king.  I have been a member of The Latin Kings for two years, since I was twelve.  I joined the gang 'cause I felt that my family and I just could not get along; we always got into terrible fights, and I got sick of it, so I left.

My primo (cousin), Alfonse (Flaco), was already a member of the gang, so he was the one who talked me into joining.  He said that they'd watch out over me, take care of me, so that is what I did.  I was just a little sniveling-nosed kid who didn't have anybody; I felt I had to join so I could belong.  'Course, in order to join, I had to get "jumped in", and once I survived the beatings and abuse, I was a shoe-in and made an official member.  I now had a "family" of my own,  and I'm sorry to say this, but I'm closer to my group than I am my very own biological family.  My biological family don't want anything to do with me, so there you go.

Sad, yes, but that's my life.  I've lived it.  And continue TO live it.

I am fourteen now.  Have grown into a hard-muscled teenager with a big chip on his shoulder.  Nobody can cross me; if they do, they'll find out they're messing with the wrong person.  I will let my fists do the talking if they ever decide to take advantage of me or my homies.  My gang is my world; it's where we make key decisions and decide what to do and how to do it.  

I'm one of the younger members of the gang.  The oldest is in his later twenties; he's the boss, the one we answer to. Even though I am king, Tough-Boy is the man.  He's the one we go to for decisions; he tells us what to do.  Some of the members have stolen things or gotten into rumbles or have had break dancing contests, just to blow off some steam, but I haven't gotten into many major scraps (YET ...).  I've done some minor theft incidents and have gotten into some fist fights, but I've never really shot anybody; fact is, I've never even held a gun, nor do I even have a gun on me.  Some of the members do; they look out for me and for the two other kids in our gang, who are even younger than me.  There's Pee Wee, who is 11, and Baby Boy, who is only a scant nine years old.

There's a total of 16 of us in the Latin Kings.  We're small, but we're mighty; we're already making our mark on the streets where we call home.  We hope to recruit more members soon; then we'll become a force to be reckoned with.

I am in the 9th grade; but soon school will be done for another year.  I go, but I hate it; yet I try to keep my grades up.  I want my family (and my brothas) to be proud of me.  So I work hard.  Then I can spend all the time I want with my home-boyz.  Life is pretty good for me, but I can't say the same for the other members.  Some of them have seen family or friends shot or mugged right in front of them, even killed, and some of them carry a huge chip on their shoulders; they're angry at the whole world (don't blame 'em one bit).  Me, I'm pretty happy now that I have a sense of belonging, and I've managed to stay out of major scuffles; I want to keep my nose clean as long as possible.  I want to be a member of the Latin Kings, yet I feel I must be loyal to my family, even though I no longer live with 'em or really touch base with 'em; yet I still love them in my heart, and I hope they know that I love 'em too, even though we had problems.

I wonder if they even think of me.  

I miss my Mami's wonderful cooking and her clean smell, Papi's deep, rumbling laughter and corny jokes, and my sister Marisol's tinkling laughter; she's six and has CP (cerebral palsy), but she's a great kid.  She's the only one I really got along with.  My brother Matteo and my sister Rosita, man, we fought all. The. Time!!  They lorded it over me that they were older and treated me like a baby in diapers; even they treated Marisol better than me, and Mami and Papi, they didn't even hardly bat an eye.  It got way past annoying, so this was why I ran off and joined up with The Latin Kings.

Well, that's my story, so far; there'll be more to it, so stay tuned.  Just take care of yourselves; this is your new friend, Vato, signing off!  Peace out!


End of part one!


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