SAN

High school was fun i remember the good parts at least but the memories fade away after time considering that it was four years ago. In school i was good and had many friends, guess you could say i was quite popular. But what other students didn't know, the one's i kept to be my "friends" is that i'm a criminal. It was my dad's doing i would say, he taught about guns at a very young age. He wanted me to be a hunter for deer and animals saying that when i'm older i'll need these skills to fend for my family. I really didn't need them though because i was never going to fallow tradition like he said, i had other plans in mind. I started my first gun collection at 15 and as i was taught i only shot wild animals, for practice. My main target wasn't going to be some innocent deer wandering around in the woods with possibly a baby to take care of. It was more of a bigger target i was going after, like a human.

I was finally gonna do it, shoot my shot at my best and biggest target yet when i get distracted by this boy getting mugged. There was three guys and one of him and they were trying to steel something, i just couldn't tell what it was. Let me just say if it wasn't for this random civilian getting robbed i would have never got the courage to actually do it. I don't know what came over me, i could've shot all of them but i didn't. I was afraid at first but it happened so fast the next thing i know is i'm running away with this stranger i just saved.

We stopped at a building that he had the keys to, i don't know why i'm here. I think it's an apartment and he has one, but why did he decided to bring me. Did he want to thank me or did he want to pull me away from this so i don't get in trouble, or does he not want to get caught. He unlocks a door once were in front of what i assume is his room. What i didn't expect was for someone else to open the door, looking terrified but also extremely calm. He rushed us in then looked around for potential visitors and when inside he starts screaming at the stranger. He was saying how he can't just bring random people to our house after he was done dealing, whatever that means. The stranger walks over to a table and puts down a bag full of what look like spices something tells me those are not what it seems.

I didn't notice but i was injured until one of the boys with blonde hair starting patching me up, i think i needed to go to the hospital. I knew it wasn't possible though because of what i had just done. I didn't feel guilty but i didn't feel proud, i didn't feel anything.

It was a few days later that i realized i couldn't go back home, i was stuck at this person's house. By now i knew there names though and they've made conversations as if to socialize, i appreciated this. They were pretty nice and they took care of me and we got along well, but things weren't gonna stay this pleasant. I found out that these two weren't as innocent as they seemed. They were illegal drug dealers and that's what one of them was doing when i found him getting "mugged". I couldn't blame them though, they looked fresh out of high school and looked to be struggling. And maybe my plan was worse but this wasn't a competition. I knew right then that we needed to stick together so we could do so much more than right now.

It came to me that we all went to the same school but we never really talked to each other or seen one another. That really didn't matter now though because it was never about knowing or even caring at this point we just did it because we could. I moved in with them and in return i help them deal their portion while also protecting from anyone that doesn't want to pay and other things. We graduated into something much more bigger than just dealing drugs and fending off with guns. We met others.