I was riding home on the bus from school tonight, listening to music as usual and not really paying attention to anything. as we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming.
I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare.
out in an unfenced cul-de-sac were three guys. two of them standing, one of them was on the ground and was visibly hurt. the taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole bus load of kids were looking at them.
as the bus driver radioed in the 911 call the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his jacket and shot the guy in the head. at this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. the two men got into a car and sped off.
when I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I had just seen. then my mom got scared, she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bel-air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. if anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "nah, forget it, yo holmes, to bel-air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
