" Hey what's wrong freak? "
Kylie and her gang chanted.
I was always victimised by them and other gangs.
There was never any way out unless I gave them what they wore after.
One day it would be food the next my clothes.
Everyday I wandered why they would ask for next.
My life almost like a horror movie playing on repeat and never-ending.
Dreaming at night was all I could do thinking about what being ' one of them '
Only the coolest people wore in the gang everyone else either in their own gang or humiliated and victimized.
Why am I not classed as cool?
I try my best at everything but I guess being cool is not my thing. I gave Kylie my money and ran home in disapproval
. She always got what she wanted she was rich a spoilt little brat.
Whereas my family and I lived on the cheapest things sometimes we even have to scrimmage through bins.
Why does Kylie need money when her whole house is overflowed with it?
I never realized that people wore so greedy.
