Leader of the Pack No More

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It was 2001 and 16-year-old Desean Palamalou was about to encounter an event that would change his life forever. Desean wasn’t always a gangster. His brother, Troy, was the leader of street gang on. Unfortunately, when Desean moved in with his father and Troy, his gangster roots took over. Desean faced a constant struggle with bullies at his old school. However, here Desean was living the life. “Leave him alone, he rides with that gang and his brother is the leader.” He heard this as he walked through the hallways at school. He was a made man. Still, Desean could was timid at heart. There were perks for being the brother of the leader of a gang. Desean did not have to be jumped in. He was just part of the gang, but not in spirit. Troy started to buy him new clothes, shoes, and gold. Nevertheless, when Desean was in his room alone, he would do all of his homework and his chores while his brother did nothing. Desean was only in the gang for protection while he pursued his dreams of becoming a musician, but deep down he was starting to enjoy the gang life. Being so innocent, Desean was unaware of the consequences of this life. Troy never told him the dangers, he just needed some soldiers and Desean became one. Mentally afraid, physically unfit, and lacking street smarts, it was simply a matter of time before Desean would be killed. As the months rolled on, things were going well for the gang. They were selling lots of drugs and Desean had recently recorded a mixtape. Desean was very excited, but kept it to himself. On December 11, 2001, the dead of winter, Desean’s father asked him to go to the store for milk. Troy was out running the gang and hardly ever came home for dinner. Desean went to the store plenty of times, but this nig... ... middle of paper ... ...n a ghostly manner. He could not believe it. A bullet hole was lodged dead center of the boys’ head. As Desean lay there with his hands between his legs and rocking back and forth, his own image stared right at him with those cold dead eyes. Enlightened by this image, Desean’s outlook on life and the misfortunes people in a gang face ran through his mind. After awhile, he partially regained his composure, got up and staggered to the door. But as he took the first step out he decided to look back at the body. Desean stared for a moment, gathered himself mentally, and bowed his head. At that instant, in a deep silent conversation with God, Desean gave up being a gangbanger. He threw down his red color bandana, turned his hat straight, pulled up his pants, tied his shoes, and discarded the handgun. He wanted to live more than 16 years, and he was now going to do it.

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