I was riding home from school last week, 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 followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were three guys. Two of them standing, the other on the ground, bloodied. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about to smash it into the downed man's head again, when the men realized that a whole bus 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 out a pistol 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 she got scared and said, "You're moving in 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 homes to Bel-Air!." I pulled up to the house about 7:00 or 8:00 and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" Looked up at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
5.56 smoke Haji every day
18th July 2008
Wow, you got over that fast. Say hi to Carlton for me.
11th November 2006
Where have i heard this before?
Nature's best screw up.
27th July 2005