Elijah Felicien
Humanities ⅘
October/28/14
Cold Stone Killa
My name is Jordan and I am a hired assassin. I am the leader of a gang called The Killas. They call me call me the Cold Stone Killa and I am the leader because I show no mercy when killing the enemy. If I see any of the enemy, I go ballistic and will take out anybody who messes with my gang, my family or me. I am 18 years old and I have just finished high school. I was born and raised in the ghetto so I already know what to expect from life.
My life ain't easy at all. I am one of the biggest drug lords, but no one knows what I do except my gang and my little brother Jerry. Jerry is only thirteen and he ain’t no narc and that’s why I love him the most in my family. My mom, Barbra, is a strong proud woman, but she doesn’t know I’m a drug lord. If she found out, it would break her heart. She is trying to find out because when she did my laundry, she found $1000.00 rolled up in my socks.
I started the gang life when I was thirteen and I needed the money so my mom needed could put my little brother through school. I kept doing it for the money and because it was easy. All I had to do was pick up and deliver the main stuff: weed, cocaine, heroin, crack, mushrooms, and ecstasy. I never did the drugs myself. I joined the gang when two guys asked me if I wanted to earn some money. I needed the money. “Hey, kid. You ever been in a gang?” they asked me in a deep, growling voice. I told them that I hadn’t, but that I was willing to join. It’s pretty scary joining the gang life because for my initiation I had to shoot a cop right in the face. I really want to leave the gang life, but if I leave they might kill me. When you join the gang life, you can't leave or they will kill you. They don’t believe that I will keep my promise not to narc them out.
I became the leader of the gang because I am the most loyal and trustworthy one, plus I’m smart. When the old gang leader, Tom, died someone had to take charge. Tom was killed when someone shot his front wheel of his motorcycle he was already above 90 mph and once he lost his front wheel all hell broke loose and his bike went out of control. Sparks flew from the front of the wheel and the motorcycle blew up. Tom landed face planted into the streets. The doctor said he wouldn't be able to help him because parts of his body went everywhere and his face was torn to shreds.
What scared me was that Tom died even before he hit the street. That meant someone was skilled enough to shoot him in the air. That’s why I have to keep my guard up and watch my back. My life ain’t easy, but that’s why I have to survive. I’m not afraid to die, but I’m afraid that if I die, nobody is going to take care of my family, my mom and my brother. My dad was killed when I was eight. A guy in a blue bandana knifed him in his neck.
I was scarred for life because the image is still locked in my mind. When my dad was still breathing, I promised him that I would take care of mom and Jerry. I also promised to avenge my father’s death. When I told my mom what happened, tears could not stop leaking out of her eyes. I told her that everything was going to be alright because I had promised dad that I would take care of her and Jerry.
She held me tight so we could cry together and then she said good. Jerry was only a baby when it happened. My path is clear. I’m going to find out who killed my dad and my gang leader. Not now, but soon. I have to take care of my family and my gang.
I chose this essay cause this is one of my first writing pieces in the begging of the school year. it was a 5/5 when Margret had graded it. I wanted to write to show how precious life can be, and if you make one mistake you may destroy your life forever. I just put my thoughts and my ideas into paragraphs this story represents that everyone doesn't have a perfect life and some people have to work even harder to take care of there family. There are no lengths to how far someone would go to make sure there family is well taken care of.
Writing is an excellent way to show how you really feel about certain stuff. I've learned that critiquing and revising is the best thing you can do to make sure your paper sounds perfect. One of my goals for next year is to be a better writer. Sometimes I have mistakes in papers like my artistic statement. My writing skills have improved by 20% I am able to find my most of my mistakes before I submit my papers. I need to improve my punctuation skills that's one of my downfalls in writing. I cant wait for next years to start writing I am going to write a heartbreaking story about 2 different family's being combined. I love to express my feelings in my stories and how I feel. I also improved my skills by slowing down and taking time of looking over my papers. Word of advice is to make sure you include every detail of what your mind is trying to tell you to write.
Humanities ⅘
October/28/14
Cold Stone Killa
My name is Jordan and I am a hired assassin. I am the leader of a gang called The Killas. They call me call me the Cold Stone Killa and I am the leader because I show no mercy when killing the enemy. If I see any of the enemy, I go ballistic and will take out anybody who messes with my gang, my family or me. I am 18 years old and I have just finished high school. I was born and raised in the ghetto so I already know what to expect from life.
My life ain't easy at all. I am one of the biggest drug lords, but no one knows what I do except my gang and my little brother Jerry. Jerry is only thirteen and he ain’t no narc and that’s why I love him the most in my family. My mom, Barbra, is a strong proud woman, but she doesn’t know I’m a drug lord. If she found out, it would break her heart. She is trying to find out because when she did my laundry, she found $1000.00 rolled up in my socks.
I started the gang life when I was thirteen and I needed the money so my mom needed could put my little brother through school. I kept doing it for the money and because it was easy. All I had to do was pick up and deliver the main stuff: weed, cocaine, heroin, crack, mushrooms, and ecstasy. I never did the drugs myself. I joined the gang when two guys asked me if I wanted to earn some money. I needed the money. “Hey, kid. You ever been in a gang?” they asked me in a deep, growling voice. I told them that I hadn’t, but that I was willing to join. It’s pretty scary joining the gang life because for my initiation I had to shoot a cop right in the face. I really want to leave the gang life, but if I leave they might kill me. When you join the gang life, you can't leave or they will kill you. They don’t believe that I will keep my promise not to narc them out.
I became the leader of the gang because I am the most loyal and trustworthy one, plus I’m smart. When the old gang leader, Tom, died someone had to take charge. Tom was killed when someone shot his front wheel of his motorcycle he was already above 90 mph and once he lost his front wheel all hell broke loose and his bike went out of control. Sparks flew from the front of the wheel and the motorcycle blew up. Tom landed face planted into the streets. The doctor said he wouldn't be able to help him because parts of his body went everywhere and his face was torn to shreds.
What scared me was that Tom died even before he hit the street. That meant someone was skilled enough to shoot him in the air. That’s why I have to keep my guard up and watch my back. My life ain’t easy, but that’s why I have to survive. I’m not afraid to die, but I’m afraid that if I die, nobody is going to take care of my family, my mom and my brother. My dad was killed when I was eight. A guy in a blue bandana knifed him in his neck.
I was scarred for life because the image is still locked in my mind. When my dad was still breathing, I promised him that I would take care of mom and Jerry. I also promised to avenge my father’s death. When I told my mom what happened, tears could not stop leaking out of her eyes. I told her that everything was going to be alright because I had promised dad that I would take care of her and Jerry.
She held me tight so we could cry together and then she said good. Jerry was only a baby when it happened. My path is clear. I’m going to find out who killed my dad and my gang leader. Not now, but soon. I have to take care of my family and my gang.
I chose this essay cause this is one of my first writing pieces in the begging of the school year. it was a 5/5 when Margret had graded it. I wanted to write to show how precious life can be, and if you make one mistake you may destroy your life forever. I just put my thoughts and my ideas into paragraphs this story represents that everyone doesn't have a perfect life and some people have to work even harder to take care of there family. There are no lengths to how far someone would go to make sure there family is well taken care of.
Writing is an excellent way to show how you really feel about certain stuff. I've learned that critiquing and revising is the best thing you can do to make sure your paper sounds perfect. One of my goals for next year is to be a better writer. Sometimes I have mistakes in papers like my artistic statement. My writing skills have improved by 20% I am able to find my most of my mistakes before I submit my papers. I need to improve my punctuation skills that's one of my downfalls in writing. I cant wait for next years to start writing I am going to write a heartbreaking story about 2 different family's being combined. I love to express my feelings in my stories and how I feel. I also improved my skills by slowing down and taking time of looking over my papers. Word of advice is to make sure you include every detail of what your mind is trying to tell you to write.