I was out today and I was having a great day. I was hanging with my friends who could talk all day. We were out in the park and just minding our own business when these punks came up to us and started messing with us.
Now we'd seen these punks before and knew they were up to no good. They'd fought with lots of kids in the park before even a kid back in the 90's(Yeah they were tough toddlers). They were known for causing trouble through out the neighbour hood.
Well I'd had enough and I got in a fight with them. They beat me pretty bad and my friends and I left the park pretty much after that. We were down at the shops shortly after that and we were having some lunch and this girl walked up and said 'hey you're pretty cute' I was like 'what are you nuts? you must be blind' she replied 'I'm not but you're really fine!' she then asked if I wanted to hang out with her and her friends I said yes and ditched my friends. We went out the back and down a dark alley and oh shit her friends were the punks. The pulled out their knives and I ran away. They chased me down the street and through the subway.
When I got home I told my parents everything. My mum got really scared and told me "You're going to your aunties and uncles"
They called me a taxi and I was off like that. We arrived at my aunties and uncles and I stepped out of the taxi.
I looked around me and it suddenly hit me
oh shit, I'm in Bel-air.
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