Post by Kelvin Westfield on Jul 3, 2013 2:02:25 GMT -8
Kelvin walked up the not so steep, but still very problematic stairs, towards his friends house. A house that was known as the Swag Pad to the most. It was known around the University, about the things that go on in the Swag Pad. It was where Kelvin and his friends hung out, sometimes Kelvin would even fall asleep there, if it was too late at night, and he didn't feel like taking the giant walk back home. And it wasn't that hard calling them his friends. As in the last few years, he had never actually referred to anyone as his friend. Every time he had gotten close to someone, they died. Kelvin remembered that day the drug trade went down. Kelvin was a witness, a thirteen year old kid at the time, along with is friend Jacob. They had been two of the five people sent. The three others where there in case anything went wrong. And Kelvin and Jacob where there just to check how it was done. And then suddenly, the other one pulled a gun. Apparently he wasn't happy with something, and then the three from Kelvin's group, pulled out their guns, and the other crew did too. All hell broke loose, there was a firefight. And in those few minutes spent in the shoot out, Jacob, whilst trying to escape with Kelvin, got hit in the chest.
Needless to say, Kelvin was devastated, and when that happened, the police took him to his mom, and told her all the stuff he had been doing, and why he would come home late at night, how why he would come home high, or with cuts of bruises. So his mother had sent him with his father. And there, Kelvin learned to clean up his act. Whenever he cussed, his dad got the belt. Whenever he smoked, dad got the belt. Whenever he snuck out his house, belt and he was punished by having to clean the whole house, at midnight. And even though his father made him clean up his act, his father still didn't show him that much affection. Until one day his father had been playing basketball, and when Kelvin had come out, his father had started teaching him about basketball, and it had gone on for the next few months, Kelvin had become really good at it. And on his birthday, his father gave him a ball, it was the ball used when his father won the play offs in the Spanish Basketball League, which according to the rest of the world, it is the second best next to the NBA. And on one night, a burglar had broken in to the house. Kelvin had still been awake. The burglar attacked him. Kelvin had fended off the burglar well enough, from the time he had spent learning how to fight in his gang. His dad had come, and fought the burglar, enough for Kelvin to go and call the police and get out. He called the police, but when he reached outside, he had heard the sickening sound of metal going through flesh, and his dad give out a yeel of pain. Kelvin had gone back in, seeing his father, lifeless on the floor, and the burglar gone.
Now Kelvin only has to remember him by, is his championship earring. And from that moment on, Kelvin had never really gotten close to anyone, which was hard, because he was becoming a local star, due to basketball and rapping, and everyone wanted to bee his friend. He kept people around, for the fact that he needed them to kill silence. But then slowly and slowly, he started letting people get closer, once he met a kid that was completely the opposite of him, which made them great friends. And since moving to California, he was letting himself have more friends, and it wasn't that hard, because he was in the Landcaster Basketball team, and all that other shit. And now he had his "Swag Squad." As he called it.
He walked into the house, not knocking, as many times as he'd entered it, he had stopped knocking. "Yo! Cici! You here? Stacey?" Kelvin asked into the house, waiting for a response.
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