I don't understand why I am called these things all the time. I did nothing to deserve it, did I? I walked down the street. I didn’t understand, my brother’s gang, why did I have to go buy them a 12 pack? I pushed it aside. It wasn’t worth it. As long as I stayed out of trouble till I got back it would all be good. And the thing I didn’t get was, almost every gang knew who I was because of my brother, but I didn’t know them. But I couldn’t complain about my brother, he had raised me after our parents were killed in the middle of a gang fight. They were in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now I thought back to what if it happened again and I was by myself like I was now. But I only had a knife, a rap sheet with the cops, and stuff like that. So I was somewhat used to gang stuff since I usually hang around my brother and some of the members to his gang or I’m with my own friends who hate gangs. I stopped for a minute and got a better grip on the 12 pack. Then started to walk again, my brother owes me for this. I hated the fact that he was using me. I really didn’t feel like even going home, but I had promised them I’d hang with them today. I sighed, well I could be late. They wouldn’t die if I didn’t get it to them. I walked over to a bench and put it on the ground. I leaned back and stretch my arms as my back cracked. I sat down again and looked around. I ran my hand through my hair, was it even worth going home? Or could I have one of them meet me here? I wasn’t even sure anymore about my life. I yawned and rubbed my face, I hadn’t gotten much sleep the night before. I sighed I still had a long way to go. Well, I had about a block or 2 to go. I pushed my hair away from my face, my baby blue eyes that charmed every guy showing. I shrugged again and got up I pulled my short skirt down and the front of my tank top up. Not wanting to give anyone from another gang any idea, even more when everyone seemed to know me because of my brother, but I didn’t know them, it was weird. I'm Tammi.