My brother and I dash to the door to get the bird. As we both got to the porch and ran down three painted red steps, the bird began to hop toward a bush on the side of our house. Every time we get closer to the bird the louder it chirped. As the bird reached the bush it was alot harder to grab it. I was too focused on where the bird was going to hop to and when I finally grabbed the bird I hear this loud bang. I startled from the bang and dropped the bird out of my hand. My brother said that the sound of that bang, sounded like gunfire. I told him that it was just some firework down the street since it was almost Fourth of July. So we went back to trying to grab the bird and thought nothing of that sound. Bang, bang, bang! I s

Everyday after that crash into the apartment, police cars patrol the block every hour. I was too scared to even want to live in that house anymore or even on that block because every other day something bad happens.

tartled again and this time when I looked up to actually see what it was. Then I saw a man in black jeans and a gray T-shirt running up the hill pointing a gun. I took a double look and then saw a women running before the man screaming for help and for the man not to shoot her. This woman was swaying in and out of the sidewalk. I was so shocked I froze. I didn’t know what to do. Then they got closer. The closer they got I then realized I need to run or the man will shoot at me too because I was there who saw it. Even before I reached the red porch to get inside the house I tripped over my shoe. I didn’t look back I kept running, trying to get into the house. Soon as I got to the door I grabbed the door and almost shut my brother outside. He screamed, “Wait for me, don’t shut that door on me, you dumbass!”

Many weeks has pass and as I was looking out the window from the living room I saw the same man who was shooting at the women driving a brown, beat up Cadillac. I focus to see if the car was just going to drive down the hill, but instead he hit a right and rammed his car into the brown, dirty, graffiti apartment. The man runs out of his car to escape and soon I see the same women he was shooting at run out of the apartment screaming and chasing the man. Minutes later, two cop car came flying to the apartment, but by the time they got there those people had already fled the sight. I shut the curtain and began to watch television. I was so scared I acted like I didn’t see it.

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Fourth July, It’s July, door didn’t, brown dirty, dirty graffiti apartment, front house, brown dirty graffiti, bird hop, bang bang, locked window, outside window, bang startled, shooting women, sound bang,