White Boy In Da Hood

Growing up in Detroit as a small thriteen year old white boy was both difficult and scary. You had to watch where you walked, talked to, and most importantly, who you respected. I followed all of these small rules my entire life until my ignorance got to me, this is where things got interesting.



The class bell rang with a rusty ding as I looked up from my math book to realize that the school day was finally over.
“Remember class, tommorrow is our biggest test yet! Study up!” I heard the teacher say loudly. Most likely to try and talk above the kids loud voices and laughs.
As always I slowly put my math book away slowly as well as my other school supplies and trudge out of the class. Being the last one to leave as always.
Now, my entire life I’ve never been involved with stuff such as friends or relationships with girls. I’ve never been a very social person, plus no one really liked me in anyway. I think its because all of the guys think I’m gay or something because I’m not big and strong like they are. Then you have the girls who don’t like me because I’m ugly to them. Personally, I don’t mind not having friends. Too big of a damn bother.
I did my routine as I did every other day, I quickly got to my locker, got my bag, stuffed my supplies in there, shut my locker and got out of there. I pushed open the gum covered doors and pushed my way through kids. Aftef that I reached my sidewalk I always take to get home.
A small rush of shallow happiness goes throughout my body as my feet touched the cracked pavement. Another day passed without any issues from other kids.
I shrug my torn backpack above my coated shoulder and start walking towards my route to my house. As I walked many thoughts came to mind. Much of it being about my test tommorrow but I wasn’t too worried about it. I studied and probably know more then ninety percent of all the questions. I turned back to see my school was nearly invisible in the afternoon fog. My head twisted back to my route and the next thing I knew I was standing in front of a large sign saying CONSTRUCTION AHEAD, NO ONE ALLOWED PASSED THIS POINT. I looked around the sign to see large cranes and steam rollers everywhere. Digging up the street. My route.
This was the only route I could take to get to my house, what now? I groaned with frusteration and turned around to go back the way I came. See if there’s any other way to go that leads to my house. I started walking back the street I came, slightly sweating in my thick winter coat and blue jeans. As I was walking back however, I saw what appeared to be a road leading to the area of my house.
I quickly ran across the street and stood at the entrance of it. It did!