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Mario

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  1. My name is Mario Star I’m twenty five I’ve been arrived in Los Santos. My father used to work on the on the simple desk job as a lawyer and my mother used to be a doctor in Los Santos All Saints Hospital. Between the age of 1 - 8 My life was amazing, my father used to take me to the lake each Saturday. He learned me how to swim and when I learned we used to have swimming competition. My mother was special mother. When I did ahomework, she always was be there for me and helped me with it. Once when I had tested, she learned my new method how to remember What I learned. She told me to take a deep breath, count to10 and read the test carefully. She also said that fifteen percent of the question is the answer. My lifewas great, I had great studies believe or not, but a Girlfriend and great friends. Middle of the age 9 my life have been completely destroyed. Saturday, when my father and I was in the like, my mother told us she was going to take something from the car and come back. After two minutes that shegoes, we heard gunshots and her scream and my father told me “Stay here soon, /DO NOT MOVE/”. My father ran towards the car and after like five minutes I heard a second gunshot and his scream. I decided to step up and run the car. When I ran over the car I found both my parents dead without any signs of life. I was crying so hard on that day… Not enough, I was felt that something is touching my throat and then I turned back and I saw a bleeding person that aims a gun at me. He told me “If you want to stay alive you have to keep it quiet”. I nodded and then he left. I kept crying for hours and then I heard sirens and I saw the cops coming and saw me crying. I went to their funeral and my girlfriend supported me more than anyone else. After 5 years me and my girlfriend broke up and then it just gets worst.. My uncle kicked me out from the house to the streets. After one year I swore to be like my father and mother.
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