Since the last couple days have been relativly uneventful*well actually had an emotional chat while opening up with someone online, but I can't remember exactly what or how I got to that point* so, I'm gonna write about my past. *Actually seems more like my big bro's history, Next time I write about me growing up and what kind of kid I was*

*6 years ago* Ok, so my big bro is hanging out with one of his friends from school. *he didn't even know him that long* They are walking home when some Tongans walk up on his friend. He wants to fight em. THey don't though, though the Tongans threaten them. So my big bro is like f*** that. SO they decide to strike first. SO of all things they decide to go shoot at them at thier house. So they do it and come back all excited, I'm like, why the heck did ya do that. He said,"F*** that, I ain't bout to get punked" So night time comes then everyone goes to sleep. In the middle of night we hear glass break. We all get up. We look to see what was shot. The bathroom mirror is broken. So everyone's like, what happen. I go to my big bro and I'm like, Hey, you think it was the TOngans, he's like yeah. So we go outside to see what was shot. The closet shot almost hit my lil sis, bout 4 inches higher than her. Seems most of them were aiming high, except for the garage. *where my brother set up as a room* There, the most bullets were and my brother was furious. So the next day he calls up his friend, he wasn't there. Seems he was moving to Texas. *wouldn't ya know it* So my brother goes to school as is ready to fight. He finds out they're mad cause he shot one of the cousins in the cheek. So what happens next is that we decide to move. WHile waiting, I transferred to an alternative school. *which was far from my house* My brother dropped out. *he never went back* Eventally we moved and they couldn't find us *thank God* Though 2 years later my brother would see them again and fight em. I still wonder, why didn't they come again? *not that I wanted them to but I would think they would continue* Guess they were glad they scared us and got props *props=respect* at school.

Well, there ya have it, one of the most dramatic things to happen to us. So happy nothing worse happened. *thinks about all the crazy stuff in my life* No wonder I'm such a cautious person.