Being Home Alone
I remember one time when I was by myself standing out front outside of my house, a big brown building on Kilpatrick, waiting for my mother to come home from work. It was around 4:25pm on a late summer day. I was the same age I am now, 16. It was a warm day.
There were many drug dealers in front of my house. They were looking for a family member of mine in the building. They were sending threats and I was afraid. I had to wait outside by myself and the guys were trying to talk to me. I said “I am too young.” and one of them walked in my yard and said, “Can I come in?” and I said “No.” Then he said, “Where’s your brother?” Right then the police rode past, and they ran, and the young man said “Shorty, I’ll be back.”
The most challenging part of my event was having to stay outside until my mom got home from work with those older guys outside with me and thinking they will hurt me. They kept talking to me saying they will come back to my house. I stayed out there for a whole 45 minutes with all the nonsense waiting for my mom. They were smoking, saying “Smoke something, Shorty, it’s on us.”
The smells I remember is that it smelled like cinnamon outside, And they were also smoking week, so it smelled just like weed in front of my house.
Some of the things I saw that stand out in my memory is the gang members were all dark skinned and they all had on a black hoody. They all had weed, and one of them was on a bicycle.
