Crime doesn’t pay “Hey you!” I shouted at the boy. “Ye-yes?” the boy replied, while he started to shake. “Get over here right now!” The boy knew that if he didn’t obey, he would have to pay a large price. After all, I was the “gangster” of Manhattan. Everybody is afraid of me. The boy walked slowly to me. He was about 17 years old. I was only 15. “How are you” I asked him, …showed first 75 words of 1048 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1048 total…to happen to another friend of mine. So I decided to stop all the “bad” work and start all over again. I wanted to do something out of life. I didn’t want to waste it. And from that day I worked harder at school. I got more friends, because now other pupils weren’t afraid of me anymore, and I even got friend with Hussein. I became happier, although I still remembered my bestfriend.