Bronx boy-Creative writing

Bryan Healey
Story three
Draft two

“Can you believe that……..I cant believe this. They actin like I tried to kill the freakin’ kid…..He was the one pullin knives.”
“Joey, I told you this was bad. Once you get goin like that theres nothin me and the boys can do to stop ya. That kid didn’t move for like ten minutes. At least.”
“Ya, ya I know….but I never told em’ to try to stab me over some grade school shit. My folks are gonna kill me when they find out he almost died.”
“Come on, Ill go wit ya…. Your folks cant get mad when they see my smilin’ mug.”
The streets were tight. Without a good beatin on somone deservin it, people looked down at ya. Before you knew it your gettin mugged, or even worse. This kid needed it, this was my time to prove “Nobody pulls knives on Joey Bartoletti.” I didn’t care what my folks said, they wernt there…..and if they were they would know it’s the type a thing ya gotta do. Besides wh...