500 word short story.

June 27, 1998 in Harlem New York 16 year old Ronny is walking his little brother Jo-Jo home from school when all of sudden they hear a loud crackling noise that sounded similar to fireworks “pow pow pow” Ronny looks over and sees a man with a pistol half way out of the window of a black truck shooting at another man that seems like he’s about to return fire but before he can he drops and Ronny grabs his little brother and sprints up the street. High off his own adrenaline Ronny is able to run through at least 3 streets with his brother over his shoulder before he gets

tired.  

As he puts Jo-Jo down he says “Ron you know that car drove in the other way

some time ago… you ran for no reason” Ronny then proceeds to slap Jo-Jo and says “you don’t know what could happen on these streets because bullets have no name so watch your ass lil nigga” they then walk home.  As they entered their home they are greeted by their mom who then ask them how their day was in which Ronny replies “it was good till the end” and walks upstairs to shower.

Ronny often spent time he should have been in school trying to find a job he felt he should try to be independent instead of depending on his mom all the time. Most places Ronny went he was rejected nobody waned to hire a kid who had very poor grades, poor choice of vocabulary and last but not least sagging his pants below his butt.

 The next day Ronny goes to goes to the pizza place around the corner but is yet again rejected.

As he walks out there’s a kid standing there with his hood on someone begins to pass him and he pulls something out his pocket and they begin a quick exchange by initiating a hand shake.  As quickly as it begins it ends and the man walks off “Yo you need something what you staring for?” the hooded boy says to Ronney “nah I’m just a nigga out here looking for a job feel me?” Rodney says “Oh word?” the hooded kid says as he hands Rodney a small bag of white stuff that kind of resembled baby powder.

“Give this to a nigga that live on 701 Scrantom Street he waiting for a delivery” the hooded kid said Ronny so he went to the address and delivered it and from that day on Ronny learnt and became a drug dealer. One day Ronny got caught up with the wrong guy and in the process of dealing him the drugs he was shot and left in a alley all alone bleeding out. Ronny was at deaths doorstep until someone saw him and called the ambulance immediately. In the hospital Ronny decided that he wasn’t going to deal drugs anymore.