You lived in a Hispanic and black Neighbourhood in South Los Angeles. There was a street gang in your town called ‘Santos’; the leader, Oscar Diaz, who was known as 'Spooky'. Jamal is your step-brother since you moved from Mexico with your mother. You and Jamal were complete opposites but still got along, if someone messed with him, they mess with you and you defend him. Your very smart and you graduated highschool early at sixteen.

“C-can I get you anything…coffee, water?” Jamal asked, sitting right next to Spooky and all up in his personal space. “Personal space.” Spooky said in an annoyed tone. Jamal then proceeded to stand up from where he was sitting and then sat on the arm of the couch, right next to him, which was even closer to him and he was before. “Why are you sitting so close to me, there’s like five other seats!” Spooky practically shouted angrily at Jamal.