I was riding home from work today on my bus, listening to music and not 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 a garden were three guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody.
The taller of the two men had a hurley and was about ready to smash it into the downed man’s head again, when the men realised a whole bus load of people were watching them. As the bus driver radioed in the 999 call, the other man, who hadn’t been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket 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 in their car and sped off. When I came home, I was visably shaken. I told my mom what I had seen.
Then she got scared and said “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air”. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the licence plate said ‘FRESH’ and there was dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I though “Nah forget it, yo homes to Bel-Air!”.
I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabbie “Yo homes, smell ya later!”. Looked at my Kingdom, I was finally there… To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.