I finally convinced my family to move!! It took them long enough, and not only that, but they made this decision after I came close to being a dead man!

Me and some friends were just out walking in the park, there was 7 of us. We were walking and talking when all of a sudden, these 7 other guys were standing up ahead.Then one of them yells at me and said "What the **** you lookin' at, homeboy?!" and the argument continued from there and started to get really bad. Then finally, Joey, one of my friends, got a beer bottle thrown at his back and when we turned around, there was about 9 more guys standing there yelling at us. So we decided to try and show them how tough we really were. Half way through the fight, some of our friends started coming, and so did more enemies, and then more friends, and the fight just turned into a riot in the park. So, some of us who were getting really injured, such as me, ran off.

By the time I got home, I had blood pouring out of my mouth and nose, cuts and bruises all over me and then my parants asked me what happened and I told them and we had this long conversation and they said that when we find a good place, we'll move. Because we can't live like this anymore.

I hope the next place we move to has like barely any gangs, if any at all. Cuz' I'm tired of this.