It is in the middle of the afternoon and the season
is winter. Dogs loose in the streets and birds flying. The dogs barking
at cats. Neighbors coming out of their houses. Neighbors waving at you
and saying, “Hi, how was school?”
I’m eleven years old girl, and I’m tall. My hair color is black and my
eye color is brown. I’m wearing gray pants and a white long sleeve
shirt. My eye color is brown and my hair color is black. There is a
problem in my street: It’s around 9 or 10 pm and we can hear gunshots at
You can see the smoke from the gun and a person running away. You can
hear a person screaming in pain. The temperature is really cold at
night. I feel so scared because you won’t know who it is, a family
member or a neighbor.
That person is a male. He is around his thirty; he is tall and skinny.
His hair color is blonde, his eye color is blue, and his skin color is
pale. He is wearing a black shirt and black pants. His eyes seem to be
saying, “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
You can see two neighbors outside protecting our neighborhood. You can
hear them talking to each other. You can smell the food they are eating.
Now I feel safe because of them.
Those men are in their twenties; they are tall and skinny. Their hair
color is black and eye color is brown. There are wearing pajamas. Their
eyes seem to be saying, “Neighbors, you guys are being protected.”
The man still comes at night to shoot at night. The police come to see
if he still is there to arrest him.