It was a beautiful and peaceful New Year’s Eve
night with Christmas lights sparkling on houses like glittering stars.
Freezing temperatures created the opportunity to continue our tradition
of opening a midnight bottle of apple cider to bring in a new year. This
was a wonderful environment for me. Calm neighborhood and a
My brother, Ivan, is thirteen years old. He has coconut skin, his eyes
are as dark as ink, and he is as tall as a giraffe with a Mohawk
haircut. He usually wears a navy blue cardigan with light blue skinny
jeans. On this New Year’s Eve, his eyes seemed to be saying, “It’s only
thirty more minutes until the New Year!”
Moments after my brother said this, everything seemed to turn upside
down. One of my neighbors began to shoot bullets up in the sky.
Everybody began to panic. Like a baby crying for her mom, people began
to cry for their lives. Mothers searched for their children, while
everybody else desperately ran towards their homes to avoid getting hit
by falling bullets. Everybody tried to get home safely.
I felt miserable because this was not the right way to celebrate New
My next door neighbor, Junior, was the person who shot his gun up into
the sky. He’s a chubby eighteen-year-old Latino that’s 6’1” with bad boy
looks. His arms were full of violent tattoos and ashy skin. His heavily
gelled hair slicked backwards towards his neck. His eyes were as green
as a juicy pear. His eyes seem to be saying, “BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! I want
to ruin everybody’s New Year’s Eve, just like everybody has ruined my
As people scrambled to get home safely, Junior kept shooting his gun up
into the sky. Policemen swarmed around to capture him because he was
getting out of control. Police helicopters flew nearby. It seemed that
loud sirens were all over the place.
Mr. Henderson, the Latino policeman who eventually captured Junior,
looked like a new and improved “Superman.” Or should I say he’s another
Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson? He’s 6’7” in height with massive biceps. His
has light brown skin, a wavy sea of hair on his head, and coconut brown
eyes. He wore his navy blue police uniform with his belt that had
several things on it. His eyes seem to be saying, “It’s all good.
Everybody can go back to celebrate New Year’s Eve.”
So my neighborhood became calm again, especially since Junior left to go
to jail. Since that moment the only shooting we’ve heard on New Year’s
Eve has been from fireworks, which is quite normal.