On a longship, tranquility ever reach the S-45 group, initiating a war against the Zf33 gang. Each of the fights that arise may or may not have something to do with a ret annoyance, but their behavior is always the same: some slight, some old battle, a friend's death in the middle, another dead friend, an armed attack, and hatred ot be more sting than that of gangs, which always leads to greater extremes. These, without much , behave grumpily and initiate a war that may involve anyone, even angs.

  Sam, the expert in knives and bdes, with deep hatred, tio ignore Billy's thoughts of fetting the dog's brawl. But this one curiously was allied with Z33, a gang that ruled 33rd Street. For this reason, and due to ill-treatment, Sam couldn't wait to stab a few from Zf33 in the jugur, after all, he believed Billy and or would join him. Using a long, sewn wire and joined in numerous options, he bathed in fire, repeating the process over and over until obtaining a punife, suffit to sink into soft flesh.

  Sam found Ferrier, a bck man, who had beaten up his brother, leaving him with an ugly scar on his face. In turn, he broke a leg and his friend couldn't roperly without using a e. With Billy and or's support, he called Jimmy; both ambushed Ferrier in the wo shops, giving him a severe beating. Sam wasn't satisfied until the tendons of his feet were crushed with his wire knife, and hammer, and hammer until they heard footsteps.

  They fled; there were only two teenagers in the wrong pce at the wrong time. There was no doubt; that each was terrified at the sight of the violent boy. They notified a guard believih or something worse. It was a deep pity for our unfortunate S-45 members that Zf33 attacked faster than Sam thought, supported by another bck gang that harbored hatred, with Karl who had been malicious to many members of said gang from 41st Street, they all hated S-45, anyone who wasn't white.

  Unfortunately, this time it was or who received the beating, although already experienced iypes of fights, he mao defend himself, fainst one, which left him injured enough that he couldn't stand food while. The kicks on the ground came oer another, with the same severity with which they attacked Ferrier; this time, Billy, unaware of his basketball game, was only assisted in the dining room, about or's blow.

  The blow was dealt by James himself, or's brother, with the entire S-45 gang, they broke each other's arms here and there. They attacked with such reprisal that there was a curfew, and they kept them in the cells the day, all day long, the kids leaned on the bars uo leave, not even to go to the bathroom.

  The guards used a quick camera service, and gathered the gangs, and ordered everything as quickly as it should be, although it seemed excessive, it was on in Arizona. What happened, happened; most of the S-45 members were pced under extreme surveilnce, members of three angs equally, some sentences were extended, guilt was assigned, and of course, some were punished differently, personal items were fiscated, and what little they had ended up being seized.

  All of this happened in five days, not much time for nearly a lo, whiaings here and there.

  -I still don't uand why you performed the stupidest a I've seen in all my years, even when I was arrested, I didn't it such stupidity, - Billy said to Sam, in a whisper.

  -Well, Ferrier left my brother me; it was quick payback, " Sam whispered.

  -They seized everything; you screwed us, Sam, now the bcks want to take over everything, - Billy said.

  Sam was a lively boy, with big ears, he had a good boy's face, but he was exasperating, he sought fights quickly, insulted all those he sidered weak, was offensive, and hated what he called the weak-hearted. However, he was loyal; if there was a fight, he was the first to support it, he didn't miing his hands dirty to help one of his own, he was a loyal man, very loyal.

  -Well, we're starting from zero iy days. The leaders will return and be received as champions; everyone will fear S-45. If you're afraid, jump, and go to hell, - Sam said in a whisper.

  -I'm not afraid, I'm just reasonable, - Billy said.

  -That's fear in my nguage, - Sam said mischievously, very mischievously.

  -The only fear I have is that you'll it aupidity. At least wait twenty days. If a flict arises, gather the gang, but don't start o's better to save ht for when we e back with more ranks, - Billy said.

  -I uand that, - Sam said, returning to his meal. Jimmy was just pying dumb, but his ears were present, listening to the whispers. Fred was a little further away, lost in his thoughts. Fred was a true giant at 180 pounds at fifteen, and he kept growing. He was so big that some hesitated to mess with him. He was Sam's friend, known in the neighborhood. He unk, but a punk who didn't like causing trouble, unlike Sam.

  Billy finished eating, received Jimmy's oatmeal, a for seds. He ate as much as he could to tinue his studies in history, English, and mathematics. His advisor mentiohat with his level of dedication, he would finish the ninth-grade curriculum in two months and could take other subjects and sit for the ninth-grade exam, advang to the tenth grade, which he o do as soon as possible if he didn't want to fall behind. In prison at night, he only had time to study and sing, like an adult in a child's body. He khe importanaintaining a minimum study schedule.

  He tinued with the curriculum as much as he could, then took music lessons, and guitar, poorly taught by his advisor, who pyed the guitar and taught him chords and some extra o help him improve. He promised t him a music sheet.

  -Good m, teacher, I'll tiudying the copies diligently, - said Billy, taking the copies and the self-taught book of social sces, gifted for his studies.

  -Do it, don't sck off. You're one of the few who studies stiously, don't fet it. Your sentence will be reduced by a third if you score above 330 out of 500, acc to your study time, it should be possible, - said the teacher, not very vihat Billy would achieve a passing score of 330, on average, in all his subjects.

  -There are always surprises, but I hope to pass the grade. My mother hopes I finish the course whether I finish it in prison or not. She wants her son to be someoh a general education, - said Billy.

  -What all mothers would wish for their children, and she's not exempt from that small requirement. You'll finish the curriculum by the end of this year if it's of any help, -- said the teacher, remembering something else. -- But I give you somethira that will help you, an English guide, grammar, spelling, and some activities to help you prepare for your exam. You study at night; I hear there's nothing to do from six o'clock when the doors close. You study until ten; some grammar wouldn't hurt. -

  -Thank you, teacher, you're very kind, - said Billy.

  -Will you practice music? - he asked.

  "I will, I will, I want to keep practig, I still have a lot to learn," said Billy.

  The teacher smiled. - e, I'll teach you a song I learo py in my youth when I wao join a rock band in the '70s and '80s. If you didn't have a musid in yarage, you were out of fashion. Rock was breathed like the air in your lungs, - he said cheerfully.

  There was no doubt, for a moment Billy dreamed of seeing those times where giants were present and were barely taking their first steps. He was never particurly fond of this music, however, he knew some songs that only the name was known in most ers of the world; some even still caught his attention. He kheir songs; when they pyed on the radio, he could surely hum along.

  -I want that, teacher. I think the only thing I'm good at is musily when I py music, I feel that my efforts are not in vain, and when I approach people who follow that fanaticism, - said Billy.

  Taking note of every t and he teacher taught him, taking each lesson with all the strength he could muster, the guitar was much simpler than the piano, and his progress was even faster than the piano; now he could py some chords in a much smoother and sharper sequence. He kept pying, again and again.

  Music requests came to him, just as his dedication to music came that same afternoon ten minutes before he left; a brain notification came to him like a Buddhist illumination; it reached the monks, wise men, or philosophers.

  In mihe perspective of learning to py another instrument cheered him up, like the winter sun that shihe worst seasons, and the heat in the worst climates, saving some from a devastatih.

  Ding. Musieeds a good guitar, a good guitar needs a great song for a music adventurer, a great guitarist who must always hahe highest standards, and a song from a superstar.

  -Seven Nation Army - by The White Stripes.

  The knowledge of a guitar with an iic solo, a solo that made people jump in dance, a solo that made necks move, a jump solo that could make people remember forever and ever a musical band.

  He pyed only what he could with his abilities as much as he could, but the solo was already shaping up freat song; even his teacher-advisor lit up in front of the boy.

  -You have talent, no doubt, - said the teacher, moved by the boy's talent.

  Only his musical skills remained recorded.

  Status. -

  Billy Carson.

  Singing: (39/40) Level 3: student.

  Piano: (6/20) level 2. Novice.

  Guitar: (1/10) level 2. Novice.

  Rating: worldwide.

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