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Being a sophomore in high school is a turning point. You could get in with the right or wrong kids from school. I go to a public school in Queens, N.Y.,where we have a lot of minorities in our school. I was just trying to survive high school without get my ass kicked by the bullies. I was just this scrawny Guyanese Indian kid trying to fit in. That year I got associated with these two black kids. Their names are Kyle and Devon. They looked like they knew all the popular kids in our school. I met them in the school cafeteria and they were in my grade. Initially they started to ask me for my lunch money, which I gave. Later in the year we became “cool” with one another. They bega