• This is my story my names malik but everybody just called mo since I liked to climb walls. I grew up in a nice house and on a friday I was sleeping and the cops busted in. I was only five years old. The police put everybody except me and my sister in handcuffs, since we wear young my sister was seven. Then my mom had a seizure or somthing, then I busted in to tears wondering were she was going. Then the cops figured out they had the wrong house. I got so ******** mad after that. Then my brother, other sister, and dad got out of the handcuffs. Then me and my family went inside. Me and My sisters went and sat on the couch. A cop came by to comfort me and My sisters. My brother went to My room and My dad got on the phone I think cant remeber . Then me and my sister got in an argument over what to watch on tv. That was one of the worst days in Mo's life. My dad told me and my siblings, not to tell anybody in school. Come Monday people already knew in My neighborhood, Then they told people. It was a pretty annoying day for me everybody kept asking was it true. I just ignored them, even his closest friend asked and I just kept quite. I kept the promise I made to my dad not to tell anybody. I got pretty lazy in school since all he could think about was what happened that Friday. This was the beginning of my worst nightmairs come true.