BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! The smell of gun powder was left
in the air and the criminals ran off and one had a white shirt,
dreadlocks, and Nike sneakers, and the other a black shirt, long black
hair, and he probably had Converse and as they ran away they had nasty
grins on their faces.
That was one of the worst days of my life because my street was usually
calm and tranquil until that horrible day happened.
It all started off as a wonderful afternoon and we had finished eating
our supper. Chirping birds filled the baby blue sky as I played with my
baby cousin. Then it was time for his nap, and every time he would try
to wake up, I’d rock him and rock him back to sleep. He never had a
chance to open his eyes and cry. Then I told my mom to take care of the
baby, and I went outside to play. After a few minutes, I went to play in
the front yard.
Then the horror happened. Boom, boom, boom—the gun powder filled the
air. While they ran, I hid in the bushes, scared and afraid, making sure
they couldn’t see me. Then I pounded on the door, saying, “Hurry, let me
in,” and as I got in, I looked through the windows, observing how they
At that time my mom and aunt came out asking what had happened. They
thought they were only fire crackers. Very loud and scary fire crackers,
I thought sarcastically in my head. Then came the cops asking neighbors
what had happen and how. I saw other policemen putting the yellow tape
around the scene and I saw they were bringing a blue blanket, which
meant to me and everybody else that someone had passed away. After a few
hours, they had their evidence and left.
I’ll never forget that day.