[/b]Kraze[/b] I strolled through the tower block, the smell of heroine and urine engulfing my senses, a few children played beneath me in a square in the middle of the estate "childhood vanished a long time ago" I said quietly to myself I live in South London in a centre of urban decay and poverty. Round here if you're not one of us your a victim, if you don't have a strap it's a death sentense. I was on my way to Angel-Town another estate in SE5 a few miles away. Certain suicide. First of all I'm Kraze, a hardcore member of Peckham gang. I'm 17, 5"10 and have a scar from my chest to my waist where my dad Shanked me when I was 14. My dads a prick, he left me but 6 years later he popped on my door asking for help. I accepted, I couldn't deny my Dad. Biggest. Mistake. Of. My. Life. My mum on the other hand was a junkie, had a heroine addiction and hired herself out to anyone who could afford her. By the age of 9 I was already in a gang and making money but enough about me let's get on to Zoe. I love her but coming from different backgrounds affects our love, I'm just some filthy hoodlum while she's a middle class goddess. I have many ambitions in life many which won't come true but let's get back to the story. I met up with a group of about 50 of us to go into Angel-Town, probably the biggest error of my life. But I have to get her back. Yeah my English skills are horrible
Tempz I ran and ran, the concrete underneath me rapidly coming to a close "dead end" I thought I lunged for my pursuer while doing so pulling out a chiv,I punctured him straight through the chest. I sat down staring at his totally still body in a pool of blood. I blacked out. I woke up in an unknown place, crystal meth was being cooked in the kitchen and a towering man stood before me, he had a long scar on his arm and a burnt hand. He held in his hand a blowtorch, with this he slowly moved upwards my upper arm with it, I cried out but no one was there. I cried in pain as her burnt my upper arm while asking "Where is she?" I was stunned. How does he know? I made a run for it, while doing so taking a gun out of his holster and shooting him at point blank range in the face. At this range the bullet turned his face into mush, he seemed to fall in slow motion backwards. I'm Tempz, I'm 13 and live with my pregnant girlfriend In a flat on a nearby estate. My life isn't life. It's he'll, I don't know how I'll provide for a family when I can't even get food on the table for myself. As I came onto the estate I heard a youngah shout to my girlfriend "Oi mysize, wanna link up in this ting, forget that wasteman and come with me gyal, I'll show you a good time blud." As he said this he winked. I powered towards him with the already blood stained knife in my hand, I thrust it through his stomach and left him there to die. Harsh right? No. My girlfriend is in secure and her hormones are raging. And I'm not having some 12 year old running his mouth to her. I'm just glad she didn't react, he would of took advantage.