Why the Ivey's?

This story is about a 13 year-old teen named Ray Ivey who is struggling living in the ghetto where he has  to deal with love, hate, and most of all … pressure.
             SIT BACK AND READ!


My life is horrible, I hate it! I wish I could run away but if I do, I’ll just  be making it worse.  Where would I go? How will I get food or money really? Besides, I’m only 13, and where I come from
getting money isn’t an easy task! Anyway what I’m trying to say is  in Harlem, New York  there is no way that I can get through  all of the obstacles!

On a cold, breezy, Harlem night me and my brother James Ivey was going to a Corner Store to get some food items for my mom. At that time I was only 8 I looked up to my brother all the time, as sorta like my dad since my dad had died a couple of weeks before I was born., so I guess you can say it was a brotherly bond. We went in the store to get the items my mom needed like a jug of milk, some eggs, bread and all that good stuff! The owner was a friendly old man named Chung foo, I know what your are thinking that he’s an old asian man but  he’s actually a 80 year-old black dude. So we said our goodbye’s and went home but on the way we noticed that some gangsters were following us. I figured they were crips because they were wearing blue and white. So me and my brother instead of going right on lincoln avenue we went left I said to my brother “were only 3 blocks away from our house!” in a loud but whispery voice. He said “If we cut this way near the police department they won’t do anything but if we went to the right they would had probably did something to us. Knowing my brother it probably was the right choice. We sat near the police department and waited for them to turn and they didn’t so we got suspicious, I told my brother “I was scared” and he said “it will be alright “. We waited about 30 minutes and I told my brother “we should leave before Mom goes bonanza.” As time passed by we creeped down and peeped through the corner to see if anybody was there but it was pitched black and that really creeped me out and I was starting to think more at the time . I asked my brother “are you in a gang” and he said “of course not!” But I knew he was lying because his voice was getting squeaky and he lies when that happens. He said “ we are going to through the back of our house but be very quiet. So we tip-toed to the back of our house, my heart was thumping so loud I could was sworn I was hearing but maybe I am hallucinating and my legs were shaking but as long as I am with my brother I will be safe I just cant get it through my head. By the time we made to our house it was about 9:30 I assume we slowly opened the door trying not to let my mother here us but the creeking sound  in the door was making me nervous. We went in and  quietly went upstairs when we heard a loud scream come from downstairs, then all of a sudden my brother was running downstairs and he yelled “put her down!” Then I ran downstairs and I saw to Crips choking my mom and all of a sudden I busted out in tears. My brother ran towards them and tackled both of them down punched one of them in the face and upper-cutted the other one and just the matter of seconds both of them were on the floor knocked out cold. My mom was on the floor and she was breathing hard so James called one of his homies named Jason a.k.a Slick daddy.
By the time we got to the hospital she was barely breathing, I told her “hang in there mom, your’e going to be alright” not even knowing what I was saying it just sounded good. We sat in the waiting room for an hour and boy I was nervous so nervous I had a hard time breathing. The dostor came out of the room and looked sad and I knew that wasn’t a good sign she said “do you know if your mom has been smoking cigarettes?” James said “yes she used to about five years ago and then she stopped”. My eyes just started tearing up, I didn’t even remember that mom smoked I shouted “when did mom started smoking!” He didn’t say anything and all of sudden I just ran out of the hospital not even thinking.

Here I am now living by myself, in the streets and I don’t have no food and my clothes are trashed up and I’m sitting here wondering why God had to do it to the Ivey’s?