Violence

Violence Pop, Bang! When I had just heard it, I didn’t think too much of what it might be. I was thinking, “Why is someone doing fireworks in the middle of the day'” BANG BANG! What is that noise' It’s getting louder. Where’s my brother' When is he getting home' I hope he has the keys because I forgot mine in the house. I saw my brother walking slowly down the street. “Matthew,” I called, “hurry up and open the door!” He must have seen the fear in my face because his innocent smile quickly disappeared. Screeching tires come around the corner; I see two cars racing down the street. “MATTHEW GET OUT OF THE WAY!” I grab my brother and pull him to safety. “Get down…GET DOWN!” As my brother and I crouched behind a car, questions raced through my mind, and I burned for some answers. How can this be happening to us' This is my neighborhood, and it is suppose to be safe! CRASH! BANG BANG! Oh my God! That’s been the noise I heard. It was the bullets from a gun. I finally understood that there was an actual drive-by-shooting on my street, again. Why can’t these violence, alcohol, youth, problem, gun, because, violent, behavior, anger, young, one, home, guns, control, children, brother, been, bang, america, witnessed, themselves, students, street, someone, skills, person, people, parents, out, normal, life, just, growing, among, without, weapon