....I was riding home from a store today on the bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we we're at a bus stop, a girl started screaming her head off at the back of the bus and pointing out the window, as soon as I looked I saw 3 guys. One on the ground, bleeding everywhere, and saying "Please, I didn't mean it" over and over, one with a baseball bat, and one standing there yelling at the man on the ground. As soon as they realized there was a whole bus of kids staring at them, the man who was yelling took a gun out and shot the man on the ground in the head. The bus instantly went up in screams, and the two men got in the car and sped away. As the bus driver radio'd in for help, a third of the bus was screaming, a third calling 911 and the other third (including me) just staring silently.
Eventually they let us leave the scene after getting statements, and I finally got home around 5 pm. When I came home I was visibly shaken, and I told my mom what I had just seen. Then all of a sudden my mom got scared, she said "You're moving 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 seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
