School Shooting Narrative

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Through My Eyes One day while I was hanging out in South Sacramento with a bunch of my cousins, it was about 1:15 in the afternoon and they were all drinking. While we were all hanging out, we heard gunshots coming from the street as we scattered to take cover. I can still hear the shot being fired at us, I get a chance to look up and I see my cousins behind trees, trashcans and anything else that can protect them. What felt like hours of gunshots was really three minutes. After the shooting had stopped all we heard then was the sound of tires screeching to get away. We all come out of hiding to check on one another. Luckily, no one was hit, but our house and cars were destroyed with bullet holes everywhere. Then everyone started yelling and screaming trying to figure out who that was and why. Within an hour of the shooting the cops had…show more content…
I grew up on rainier and Martin Luther King, the neighborhood I grew up in was called 8 block by the city and others around Seattle, because it was where put all the section eight housing and wellfare individuals. From there I had to catch three different busses through four different hoods to get to high school. At night I had to catch the bus home after football. At every bus stop it was at least a 30 minute wait for every bus. 30 minutes at three different bus stops felt like forever. There were times where my brother or friends and I had to fight night after night to get home, all because we lived a few blocks in the wrong direction. Some nights while waiting we had to run and hide because were getting shot at for wearing the wrong colors. Going through this has helped me physically in a lot of ways. It really shows when I play football, being as big as I am and being able to move as fast as I can, has gotten me scholarships to three different
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