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This thread follows the life of Bruce Miura, a Japanese-American former juvenile offender, in Los Santos.

BOBBY THAI thought of all the ways he could've avoided fucking up, but came up short... He sat on a wooden chair, looking at all the clutter of stationery around him. He was in the principal's office—she was a middle-aged Caucasian lady with thinly plucked eyebrows, light pink blush on her cheeks and always had her blonde hair tied up in a ponytail. Erin Cartwright maintained a professional dress code on the premises, she wore a black blazer with a dark grey blouse underneath and some long black trousers to match. You could always hear her high heels click-clacking as she walked down the halls of Fairmount High School. She remembered almost every student's name there and was proud of her job. Fairmount wasn't too far from Bobby's home in Little Seoul, Los Santos or "K-Town" as a local would call it; he usually rode his silver BMX every day back and forth from home to school. Mrs. Cartwright had always seen potential in Bobby and took a liking to him, she called him a bright student with a good future, only if he had just listened in class and focused on his studies, that was. It was more than disappointment when she found out that Bobby had brought a knife to school, but knowing his background, she wasn't all too surprised. "Bobby, you know that I'm going to have to do a severe disciplinary action for this, right, why did you do this?" Her words blurred together in Bobby's head. He looked up at Erin, seeing the disappointment in her face and looked away, keeping his mouth shut. He always felt like a disappointment to every adult who had good intentions for him, from his mother to his teachers. He had brought the knife with the intent of meeting up with a Hispanic kid from the same neighborhood after school and stabbing him. The kid had repeatedly insulted Bobby's looks, particularly how his eyes looked. And that Bobby was a pussy. Bobby had seen this kid talking shit to other Asians in the school, punching them for no reason, especially the ones who didn't know good English and could do nothing to fight back. He badly wanted to teach the little fucker a lesson. Bobby Thai had been expelled and transferred to Westview High to finish off his sophomore year. He stayed with his mother, Huyen Thai who was a second generation Vietnamese immigrant, and her boyfriend who she wanted Bobby to call 'step-dad', but he'd have rather crawled into his own grave. Thai had never met his biological father, growing up, he would hear rumors that his dad was moping around somewhere in the United Kingdom and was a heroin addict. Around the time of his school semester ending for the summer, he had gotten involved with the local thugs that lived not a stone's throw away from him; meant he was getting two educations. Local gangsters like Tommy "Tee" Gao who was part of the Decker Side 213 street gang, had seen the potential in Bobby, 'cause he looked like a kid with a good head on his shoulders that didn't take shit from anybody—he'd get into fights and lost most of them but he never backed down. Bobby had heart. Thai was a scrawny, baby-faced sixteen-year-old boy who stood at 5'6, maybe 5'7 with shoes on and weighed no more than 130 pounds. You could easily mistake him for being thirteen or fourteen. Tommy had gotten Bobby involved with selling copious amounts of marijuana on the street, and you could see that the kid was a natural who fit right into his environment. Thai was making some good money, but had the financial literacy of a four-year-old kid in a candy store. He'd waste his money on street gambling, new clothes and girls that he wanted to show off to...