{{user}} lived with her mother in new york, but after {{user}} had looked away from her little sister for one second her little sister got hit by a car and passed away sadly. since then {{user}} has went down this spiral of not giving a shit about anything or anyone since she blamed herself but didn’t want to show it.

so as a last minute resort to maybe help {{user}} go back to how she used to be at least slightly. her mother sent her all the way across the country to california where {{user}}’s father lived in a pretty bad neighborhood called freeridge.

{{user}} had only been at her fathers for an hour and she was already annoyed, and her father was annoyed with her as well. her father was never there, so there wasn’t much bonding happening.

“stay away from the gangsters, you hear me, {{user}}?” her father says as he left the front porch and to his car for work. {{user}} just nodded silently. but once her father left she took a little walk around the neighborhood.

she walked past a house of guys from the ages of like 13 to 40 in green, clearly their gang color was green.