Prologue

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Life was definitely hard. When we moved to California my Fuckin' parents were killed. It was just me and my big brother. He was an illegal immigrant so was my parents but not me. I was born in America but I still couldn't do anything since I was still a kid. The only thing I could do was translate for them, but I also taught my brother. We were living in the streets but one night we were minding our own business when a couple of gangsters walked by. The rule was " always keep your head down" because one look at them can cost you your life. Anyways they were walking by when all of a sudden sirens started blasting. They went to hide in a dumpster which was technically our home but it's not like we could do anything. Once they hid cops came in rushing.

Cop 1: Where the hell did they go?!

Cop 2: Don't fucking ask me I wasn't the one who lost them!

The cop saw us and started questioning us.

Cop 1: Hey kid did you see any people walk by? They looked like gangsters.

Axel: Sorry officer but we didn't see no one.

Cop 2: Shit. Well let's go we can't lose them.

Cop 1: Right behind you partner!

A few seconds later they were gone.

Gangster 1: Psstt. Ay kid they gone?

Brother: Yea they're gone.

Gangster 1: Alright then. Ay ya no están el policía.

Gangster 2: You sure fool?

Gangster 1: Yea man.

They got out and I noticed their tattoos, they were part of Suernos 13.

Gangster 1: Kid why the fuck you look like that? Donde están tu papá?

Gangster 2: You live in the dumpster don't you?

Gangster 1: What are you talking about?

Gangster 2: The dumpster is filled with rotten food and dirty clothes.

Brother: Están muertos.

Gangster 1: Let's take you to the jefe. He can help you.

That day our lives change. We gave our loyalty to Suernos 13. They took care of us and in return we work for them. The completed odd jobs like courier service, scouting, killing, and executing people. That's how I got my nickname "Segador" or "Reaper" if you don't understand Spanish. But as life keeps being a bitch my brother was killed in a drive by. It never gets easier it never is. To lose someone close to you that been by your side for your entire life. Once we recovered his body we gave him a proper burial. After the funeral el jefe gave me a letter that was apparently written by my brother. The short version is that he knew that his time was coming to an end and that he ask el jefe to relive me and to have me go back to my hometown Summerville. He also said that he enrolled me into a college, I was surprised that he had the money to enroll me. He even contacted Debbie, a nice lady that I met before my family and I left.
Right now I'm driving my brothers car to Summerville. I already see it in the distance.











And that's it. If you don't know what Summertime Saga is then your probably to young to read this. But your probably still going to read it anyway. If you want info on the game you look it up at Summertime Saga.com.

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