It’s July 1993. I’m 12 years old. We are watching television in the living room. I hear a bird chirping outside the window of the living room. I pull the curtain wide open to see where the chirp was coming from. I saw a baby bird limping on the sidewalk, it must have fell out of the tree, I thought to myself. My instincts told me to go outside and bring the bird inside before a cat gets to it and eats it up. I turn to my brother, who is just sitting in the dining room next to me, and yelled out to him, “There’s a bird outside limping, lets bring it in the house until it gets better and then we’ll let it go.”
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 towards a bush on the side of the house. Every time we got closer to the bird the louder the bird began to chirp. As the bird reached the bush it was a lot harder to grab it because of all the thorns sticking out of bush. When I finally got hold of the bird and began reaching for it. A loud bang sound had gone of within the neighborhood. It sounded much like a firework that had gone off. I startled from the sound and dropped the bird out of my hand. My brother looked frightene
As we got into the house I screamed at the top of my lungs for my grandmother. I told her not to go outside or even look out the window because there is a man with the gun shooting at some woman. My grandmother being stubborn that she is peeps out the window anyways, after I had told her not to look out the window. So scared, I ran all over the house shutting every window and locking it. I even put the television on mute. Hours later several police cars was outside. They blocked the whole street and they went around asking the neighbors if they had heard or seen anything. The doorbell rings, I peep through the keyhole an I see and officer at the door. I ignore to open the door. Peeping out the living room window I could here a conversation from the officers saying that they will stay on the block until a lot of evidence is gathered. I see one officer across the street bending down with his flashlight picking up something and placing it into a plastic bag. I assume it would be the bullet shells. The hard part was finding all of the bullet shells because across the street is my friends house. It’s a big white house white house with a big lawn. The grass was dead and there were so many dead weeds that grew as tall as your kneecaps. It was impossible to search for bullet shells there.
Finally, one late night I hear sirens in front of the house and a bright beam. I looked out the window and I see so many cops outside. I’m frightened. Then I hear police voices on the side of the house near my bedroom. I run to my room to see if I had locked my window. I could hear sounds of the footsteps thumping towards the backyard of the house. I run to check the back door to see if it was locked. Through the back window I see the same man and in the sky a helicopter shining bright light at him. I see him trying to hop over the fence and he trips on a broken concrete in backyard. From a distance, I hear two officers running on the side of the house. Before the man could even get up the two officers pins the man
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