I have to do a project for English class, based on the poem We Real Cool by Gwen Brooks. I have to tell about the life of one of the drop-out teens twenty or so years later. I’m doing a letter to children, convincing them to stay in school. I htink there are some typos and grammar mistakes, and maybe my writing isn’t so fabulous, so I need someone to help make corrections 
But keep in mind that I’m only in 8th grade, so please don’t be cruel.
And also keep in mind that this is FICTION, an assignment for school. Some people last night thought it was about my life… And well…
Here it is:
Dear students,
A long time ago, when I was about your age, I dropped out of school to play pool and drink with six friends. It was a huge mistake. We didn’t realize it at the time, we were just a bunch of carefree kids, but soon enough, we would know of the terrible consquences.
It was about five years later when we found out how wrong we were. We were adults now, we had to grow up, get jobs, support ourselves because no one else would. But we couldn’t. We didn’t have educations, we were high school drop-outs and failures. Two of my friends committed suicide because they were so hopeless. Another developed liver disease from the beer and couldn’t afford treatment. He died several months later, in great pain and agony. So it was just me and three others, Jon, Bob, and Bill. Jon moved far away, and I’m not sure what happened to Bob.
So I was left with Bill, whom I went to rehab with for many years. After I got out, I worked at several dead-end jobs that paid minimum wage, trying to save up for college.
After several years of cleaning public restrooms, I finally made enough money to put myself through a couple semesters of community college. I continued working, and soon I was in medical school. I became a nursing assistant, and then a doctor.
I may have a somewhat happy of an ending but Bill didn’t do as well as I did. Bill refused to work, begging his parents for money, but they didn’t want to give money to their lazy, alcoholic, drop-out son. He became homeless, and now stands on street corners begging for a couple of quarters from whoever walks by.
Of course I was to blame for what I got myself into, but it probably never would have been as bad if I had a family. My mother died when I was young, and my father cared more for alcohol than he did for me. I used to dream that my father would actually be a father. And because of that, I don’t want to be a father, either, and I have no family still.
If I had a second chance, I would definitely stay in school. Even though I turned out alright, I’m sorry about what happened to my friends. The whole experience just isn’t worth it. The best, wisest choice is to stay in school, and I hope you students do so.
Sincerely,
Michael Samson
What do you think?
Thank you!
[Sorry it's kinda big.]
Oh, and where it says “I used to dream that my father would actually be a father.” should read “I used to dream that my father would actually be a father, but that dream never came true.”
cathrl: Thanks! I changed it to “eventually”.
But my English teacher’s not that picky. I think she’ll just be pleased that I actually did it. (Not that I don’t usually do my work, it’s just that my peers aren’t that great… lol.. huh… yeah…)