The swing under the me is rusty and streaked in faded paints. Yellows and blues mostly, gang colors. Colors that say the Rifts used to own this beach. They don't anymore, of course, instead it's more of even ground. For all three of the gangs. It's odd, all of us can get along without wanting to see blood. Well most of us anyways. There's the majority in every gang that wants to see the opponent dead with a bullet in their chest. I'm stuck here on this beach, my home is in the Rift area even though I'm in with the Skies. Which means I get hate from both sides. One because I don't follow them and the other because I don't live with them. --- 0.0 hai. I'll be on once in a while and decided I'll write you all a story about gangs. Enjoy the oddities and forbidden romance. Yes I said romance . Kisses, Fox