Descriptive Essay: Fifteenth Street In Chicago

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It was three O’clock and school gets out at three O’two. I was so excited, when the bell rang I was as fast a cheetah getting out of there. Hearing the horns of traffic and the smell of a downtown, smokey Chicago. The only bad part is me having to walk/run home in some of the scariest, darkest, and some of the most dangerous streets in Chicago. Most streets have a gang associated with them. The ninth street has Cinco’s on them, one of the smelliest streets in Chicago. The twelfth street has the Lamonsta gang, some of the strangest people. I live on fifteenth street but I always see lights flashing on sixteenth and I have heard stories that if people go down it they don’t come back.
I’m coming up to ninth and I started to

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