Aight since I been asked to drop some stories, I got one that always stands out.
Without giving up which high school I went to, there was some beef going on between the kids in my class/grade and these crips that lived literally across the street from us in this apartment building. I think it stemmed from some party and had something to do with a girl, red colors, and mean mugging. Every time I asked someone I got a new story. Some of the kids in our grade was blood affiliated and we're always rocking red and waving red colors.
Anywho, something must've went down at the party cuz I remember one day at dismissal those crip dudes were waiting for us to get out (I don't think it was all of them) and they ended up getting their asses kicked. I was still new to the school so I didn't know what was going on. I wasn't exactly friends with anyone yet so I didn't have a group or people I walked with leaving school, I was always solo. I never even saw the fight, just heard about (damn near story of my life at this new school). I remember seeing a group of kids in one big circle but I just thought they were bullshytting and wasn't gonna miss my bus and stick around.
So the next day one of the crip dudes tells our group that they gonna get payback and gonna get us back when we least suspect it. Which they very well meant, cuz the fight happened in February, but they didn't come back til June. So early morning June, they caught our group at the bodega where everyone buys their breakfast and it went down. They threw one of our guys through the glass of store. One of the crip dudes mom was yelling "shoot him, shoot him" (yes, brehs mom) and they had a pistol on em but they ended up not using it and dipping. Again, I was late for school (which I usually was) and missed all this. I just remember that day was super quiet cuz almost none of the brehs I knew showed up for class. One was in the hospital, the others were advised to stay home. shyt was crazy.