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Roberto Del Rosario, a Puerto Rican boy, was a kid who didn’t talk much in the 7th grade. Kids picked on him all the time and he wouldn’t do anything. They stole things, threw them away. Stole his lunch, threw it away. Stole his lunch money, spent it.
This all changed when he met Calvin. Calvin was part of the most brutal gang in town. Their leader, Miguel, pulled the group together about seven years ago. Calvin joined not too long ago. Calvin let Roberto in and warmed up to him, but Miguel didn’t.
One day Roberto was walking down the hall of the gang’s hideout, an old abandoned house at the end of San Ricardo Street in Puerto Rico
. He stopped in mid-step to think, to hear, and to listen.
“Why do we need him.” someone said.
“We don’t.” another voice said.
“Then get rid of him.”
When he peeked through the doorway he saw Miguel, his bodyguard, and Calvin. Roberto suddenly felt afraid. He knew Miguel didn’t like him ever since he joined the gang, and now he was set out to end his life. Roberto moved very far away from San Ricardo Street. His mom got a job transfer to Bedford-Stuyvesant in Brooklyn New York, A.K.A. Bed-Sty.
This was the city of street racing, robbery, chain snatching, and carjacking. Roberto was sucked into it all. He started street racing and drug dealing to make a little money. A homeless man named Kill Moves helped him out with 1,000 dollars when they first met. Roberto was arrested twice, in the 10th and 12th grade.
His mom kicked him out of the house when he was 19 years old. That’s when he moved to Queens. “Don’t get caught up again” he said quietly to himself on the bus. In Queens he met a young woman by the name of BLANK. It was a cloudy day, and it was Monday so it was bad for everyone. He saw her out crossing the street in a hurry. The driver of a Nissan Optima with tinted windows pulled up on another car and opened fire. BLANK was in the line of fire. Roberto quickly jumped and tackled her down to safety. As the Nissan...