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I recently finished reading a book by Walter Dean Myers called, Autobiography Of My Dead Brother. The book was very interesting. It was about a boy named Jesse writing an autobiography of his blood-brother, Rise. When Jesse and Rise were young, they were real tight, they did everything together. But as they grew older, the two drifted apart. Rise started to get into stuff Jesse never thought he would. Then that's when Rise told Jesse what he was doing, about the hits he was ordering, and the block he was about to take over to sell drugs. Because Rise, "Had it like that", he got Jesse a girlfriend. That's when Jesse started to really realize that his so called "Blood-brother" wasn't the person he knew. One day after a meeting with the Counts, the group that they were apart of, a shooting happened. After cops roughed up the Counts, Rise decided he had to get out of the city, he called Jesse and told he would bid farewell to him the next day. The next day when Rise came over to bid farewell, he was shot and killed. this opened Jesse's eyes to the real world, and he then realized that his life was not promised to him.
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