Some people deem me crazy for the actions that I have done in the past. Just because I tried to run over and kill a cop with his own vehicle. My actions are just a mere reflection of what I think of today's society as being the normal teenager with an American dream. . Being deported from Australia, now having to live in America's typical "Ghetto" really had a hard impact on my life.

My family and I were deported from Australia when I was three. Because my mother was the head of a major drug cartel, Smuggling drugs from Australia to Indonesia. I never got to meet my father because he was killed in a train accident before I was born. My stepsister was killed in a bombing in Northern Ireland. She was on a plane coming home to the United States when it exploded on the runway. My biological brother Jason , still lives in Australia running a pub he opened last year. The only family member I have in the States is my mother.

When we came to America, we lived in New York for three months. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment on the East Side of down town New York. After being evicted for not paying our rent, due to my mothers drug addiction. We bought a Van and lived in

With me selling to so many people I had plenty of cash-flow to buy anything I needed or wanted. Allot of it goes back into buying more drugs, but I'd have to say, " slangin dope is the best job a teenager could have."

I remember about three months ago when I sold my last bag of pot. I was a couple blocks from my house when this kid asked to buy a bag. When he handed me the money I reached into my pocket to get the bag. I pulled it out and handed it to him. As he put the bag into his pocket he pulled out a gun and aimed it at my face and pulled the trigger.

it for two years moving from place to place. Mostly along the West Coast until I was eight. We packed up the van and went to Cleveland, because my mom got a job working in scrap metal factory. Things started to look up for us. I got a job mowing peoples lawns that lived next to the factory. I made a lot of money because I was home schooled, and I could work all day.

This continued up till freshman year when I attended PEP High School because I was a delinquent child. This is where I got most of my business from. At PEP I met my new friend Gram, he was from Bay Village. We would go out and party every day, and cause trouble at school. One day he made me come out to Bay to visit his friends. That's when I found my best friends. TJ, Gram, Chris, KT, and Keith would always go out everyday and go have fun. We were the "Tight knit crew" We would go up the lake and go swimming and party all the time. We would always go on road trips to places like New York or Pittsburgh to go to a Rave. We had this one special place to go called the witches' cemetery; It's near Brea. Last summer my dude TJ moved to Arizona to go to college. I was going to go with him but I was too caught up in the game to drop out now. But I was really sad to see him go. During the winter we would always go snowboarding up at Boston Mills or Brandywine ski resort. We would go snowboarding at least four days out of the week; we got really good at it too. We would go on

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