It was summer time in the Dominican Republic When Dante realized that he had to get away. He had to go to America.
Dante lives in a small town In the Dominican called Barahona. Barahona has lived in poverty for as long as anyone can remember. The streets are infested with drug dealers, and gang life is entrenched in the society. The name of Dante’s gang is called La Familia Cartel. (cartel is the Dominican name for gang) Dante lives in a crammed house with 6 of his brothers from his gang. They also have over 15 native Dominican animals in their 1000 square foot home, all of which are endangered species.
“Hey man” said Monty. Monty has been Dante’s best friend since they were five and although He is just two years older than Dante, he respects and looks up to Monty like the father he never had. “We gotta get outa here, continued Monty, “We can’t keep livin like this. Guys are being Killed like flies here, and we could be next!”
Dante paused for a second. His eyes were beginning too well up, something that hasn’t happened for a long time. “but we can’t just leave everyone, and what about the animals!?” Dante was now speaking with more urgency.
We can take some of the animals, but we can’t take everyone. This is our only choice bro”
Dante could see the intensity in Monty’s eyes, and it made him especially uneasy. “Let me get back to you in the morning.”
“Alright, but you better have an answer for me or I’m gone.” It was now past two in the morning when Dante cautiously crawled into his miniscule excuse for a bed, but he couldn’t get a second of sleep.
The sun was rising faster than it had set, and after five restless hours, Dante had finally made one of the most formidable decisions he had ever made. They were leaving the Dominican Republic. When he went to tell Monty his decision, he was already beginning to pack the few belongings he had, including his neclace with the sign of his brothers. Dante was overwhelmed at the fact that they were...
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