Third-person
"Gates'' six guys surrounded me. It was nothing new here. This group, however, normally stuck to themselves, never bothering anyone unless you started something first. I had been here long enough to make "friends" and know not to mess with this group. Looking around at them, I racked my brain, trying to figure out what I could have done to piss them off at me. Hell, since the other day when the only one of my boys that still talked to me made it clear he was pissed at me before leaving, I hadn't done much but sulk. He had even dropped the news he was expecting a child. And there I sat, taking back everything I had ever told him about if I could get out. I just didn't know if I would be able to go five years with no incidents. I had made a good amount of enemies here, thin
