I really hate it

BANG, BANG. I feel the wind from the bullet Two feet from my head. More gun shots go off . I look at my homies, one is lying on the ground with blood gushing from his arm. I wish I could help him but if i do that, i will be dead. I hear the sirenes of the cops so we run away, at least the ones who can. My crew runs for a half a mile before we get to our “safe house”.
    HI my name is Waldo but my “crew” calls me Boss. You are probably wondering why I said “crew” I mean Gang. I’ve been in a gang sense i was nine and Im fifteen now. I use to be a good student but when my dad died and my mom abandoned me some boys asked me if i wanted to be in a gang so i was stupid enough to said yes. That was the worst decision in my life.and know I’m writing about it.
    When we arrived at the “safe house” Loud music was playing. Our other gang members were over drinking and playing poker. They asked me if i wanted a drink but I said no. I just wanted to relax and let my wounds heal.
    The next day i woke up and i heard gun shots, our rival gang came to our safe house and did a drive by. 2 of my homies are dead so i was so mad. I was so mad i couldn’t think straight kept thinking of the good times we had together. That same day i was planning an attack on the rival gang by my self. Everybody thought i was crazy but I didn’t care. It was time to get pay back.
    My plan was to get 15 cars and 50 gang members to do a drive by on there main “safe house”.
the next day we started driving to their “safe house” i  was so nervous I couldn't stop shaking. I.............