--Hey guys so i know the going to jail for only three years for murdering someone is not reasonable but just go with it it doesn't work any other way for how i want the story to go thanks!.

Hes there are a lot of girls on this story thats because im using my friends names and what their like and a lot of my friends are girls and almost everyone in this story is a real person but not their real picture

Picture is of Zeke

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In my state it doesn't matter if you're 16 or 21 you kill a man, you go to prison there's no juvenile hall for murders

3 years ago……..

Zeke P.O.V

I walked across the empty street rain hitting the fabric of my leather jacket my hands buried in the pockets. A gunshot rang I jumped I should have been used to it by now but that sound still gets to me. I jogged up the stairs passing by two men about in their 40s staring at me.

“Hey Zeke is ya ma still working at that strip club” he snickers

“Hey I'll go waste a few bucks to see her dance” the other said I clenched my hands into fists. It took all my strength not to turn around and sock the both in the mouth. I shook the thought out of my mind and I unlocked my apartment door and walked in. The apartment was trashed the tables and lamps have been knocked over and shattered painting were off their hinges and the carpet was messed up..

“Ma, ma are you ok?” I take my jacket off and set it on the coat rack.

“Mama, ¿Donde estás?” i walked into the kitchen seeing if she was in there. A pot of water was boiling on the stove almost flowing out of the pot.

“Por dios mama you need to be careful and not leave the stove on, i quickly walked over to it and turned it off. I heard rustling in the back towards my mom's room i walked over quickly to her door.

“Mom” I yell I walked to her room, there in the room was her laying on the floor I ran to her shaking her.

“Mama wake up please!” I shook her harder.

“¡Mamá! ¡despiértate por favor!” I tried turning her over my hand touched some kind of liquid I lifted my hand up and my fingertips were painted red I quickly turned her over and a black hole layed on her chest blood oozing from it a 44 caliber bullet sat right in the middle. I heard movement behind me even through the terror in my head. I snapped my head around and saw a man dressed in normal clothes sneaking towards the front door. I jumped up and ran to him holding him by his collar against a wall.

“You killed my mom”

“I, I” he stuttered.

“Why did you kill her!!” I pulled him towards me then slammed him up against the wall again my knuckles turned white from how tight i was gripping the collar of his shirt.

“Why did you kill her! SHE DIDN'T DESERVE THAT” I yelled hitting him against the wall harder a red spot slowly started to appear.

“I didn't want to” he breathed out. I put my hand around his neck squeezing.

“You didn't have to fucking kill her, you could have let her be!” He reached for the gun in his pants waistband he raised it aiming at me I pushed his hand against the wall taking the gun and throwing it to the floor.

“She didn't have to die” I squeezed tighter without realizing it.

“Who wanted to kill her.” I said tears already streaming down my face but rage and anger filled me more than sadness. His face turned blue as he stopped struggling, his hands fell to his side And I could no longer feel his heartbeat thumping only my blood shooting through my body. I just killed a man. He deserved it though he killed my mama.

The front door busted open and the two guys from out side looked at me then to the man I was still holding against the wall. I let go and let him fall to the ground I look over at my mom, ignoring the two men next to me calling the police and checking on the man. I looked over at my mom her body lying on the ground as how i left it. I walked over to her and fell to my knees beside her. I grab her hand holding it in my own.

3 years later……...

“Come on Guerrero, you're finally going home” Trey, one of the newer guards said.

“I don't have one” I mut

We walked down the long corridors leaving cell block B and entering cell block A. Guys leaned against the doors as I walk by avoiding eye contact with most of them till I come up to a certain

Cell A7, Isaac Smith, the only guy who was nice to me in this hell hole.

“It's finally your time to leave” he said shaking grabbing my hand shaking it.

“You got three more months” I said.

“I'll come find you” he said smirking once I was pulled away by the guard. He walked me to the front room. The lady at the counter handed me the clothes I came in with 3 years ago, I would have been in longer but I kept doing my school work, I never got in trouble and I was still a kid. I looked at them and went to the bathroom throwing them on. The t-shirt was too small so I through the sweatshirt on it was tight but not tight enough to where it still fit. I took of the dark blue plants they made us where and slipped on the sweat pants leaving the restroom and throwing the clothes in the basket out of the restroom.

“Ready boy?” He said smiling.

“Sure” I said sliding on my black sunglasses and running my fingers through my hair.

The gates opened and I walked through. People in the courtyard leaned against the fence looking at me. I looked at a familiar face.