Personal Narrative: A Day In Tulsa, Oklahoma

It was another boring day in Tulsa, Oklahoma because there are no kids my age. I am 9 now with my five older brothers that were born a day apart, and my brothers are now eighteen. We are a poor family, so my brothers and I got home schooled , But since they are older they take turns homeschooling me. I would be in 4th grade so my brothers try to teach me what I would learn in 4th grade. I live with my brothers because my parents died when I was one, and my brothers were 10. We had to go to an orphanage for 8 years before my brothers could legally adopt me.
My brothers are in a gang called the “Greasers.” When I get older, I also want to join the gang just like my brothers. The thing that bothers me about the gang is my brothers are always talking about a group called the Socs.

You wouldn’t understand even if we told you. Maybe when you get older.”
“I’m ready now. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!” I screamed, but 4 out of 5 brothers shook their head. Of course it was Ricky that didn’t shake his head. He was the brother who let me be included always.
“Ricky, you better not tell him!” Tom said.
“The kid should be involved with us, and we should tell him about the Socs.” Ricky responded.
“We don’t need it to poison his brain because he will be thinking about the whole night, and ask even more about it.” Bob said backing Tom up,
“Fine, I won’t tell.” Ricky said. He put his fingers behind his back and crossed them, and Ricky winked at me when he put his hand behind his back.
Later that night when everyone's asleep except Ricky and I, so he could tell me about the Socs. Ricky whispered to me, “The Socs are our rivals, that’s why we keep talking about them.”
“Thanks for telling me Ricky.” I said.
“No problem, anything for you kid.” Ricky said, and before I could ask another question we were sound asleep like a