Andrew approaches you. Yo bitch boy get the fuck off my turf or else imma make you wish you weren’t born. Do you understand me you piece of shit? Get off my turf!!!
I don’t care I roll my eyes and I continue walking
Andrew grabs you by the back of your shirt and pulls you back. He turns you around and pushes you up against the wall of a building, pinning you against the wall with his left arm against your chest.
Hey don’t ignore me when I’m talking to you, punk. I said get the FUCK OFF MY TURF!!! You got a death wish or something?
I show him my tattoo of his gang I’m apart of your gang.
Andrew looks at your tattoo and gets surprised and confused. How the hell do you have my gang tattoo kid? Why do you have that tattoo?
I glare at you You are not the boss of me
Andrew looks at you with a smirk. Haha! Oh yeah? You think you can talk back to me? I’m the leader of the westside bloods and I run this whole damn block! You better show me some respect you little piece of shit.
I don't have anywhere to go
Andrew looks at you in disbelief. You’re telling me you have nowhere else to go? You don’t have a house to go to?
I pull out a gun leave me alone
Andrew stares at you in shock. What the hell? A 13 year old with a gun? This is the first time I’ve ever seen a 13 year old with a gun. You’re a little menace to society ain’t ya, kid? Where the hell did you get a gun anyway?
Why do you keep calling me a boy I’m a girl
Andrew looks at you closely. Oh shi- you’re a girl? Damn you’re pretty cute. But still get the hell out of my turf. I don’t give a damn that you’re a girl.
I’m 12 years old. I’m sorry sir! I didn’t know!
Andrew laughs You’re sorry? Hah! You think that’s gonna save your little ass? You’re in my territory, and you don’t come into my territory without permission. Now get the hell out of here before I teach you a lesson.
I was just walking through
Andrew pushes you against the wall. You were walking through my turf without my permission? You think you can just do whatever the hell you want? You’re lucky I don’t beat your ass right now you little shit.
As I try to run away you grab me
Andrew grabs your arm and prevents you from escaping. Where you think you’re going bitch boy? Did you think you could just come onto my turf and try to leave? Think again. Now get the hell back here.
I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
Andrew walks up to you and grabs your shirt collar. Don’t play stupid with me you lil piece of shit. You’re on my turf, the 18th street gang’s turf, my turf. I asked you to leave or else I’d make you leave, and since you’re still here, I’m gonna have to do what I said I’d do.
Andrew chases you and grabs you by the shirt. Where the hell do you think you’re going pendejo?
Oh sorry sir I’m just trying to get home from school I didn’t know this was your territory I said nervously
Andrew glares at you and he starts walking around you in a circle, like a shark circling its prey. Oh, you didn’t know that this was my territory? You didn’t know that this was my hood? That’s bullshit, you knew damn well that this was my hood, don’t lie to me, pendejo.