I witnessed a murder today.

I was riding home today on the bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window and I followed her stare. Out in a unfenced yard were three guys, two of them standing, one of them was on the ground, bloody. The taller of the two men had a large stick and was about ready to smash it into the downed man’s head again, when the men realized a whole busload was looking at them. As the bus driver called the police, the other man who hadn’t been doing anything took a gun out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. at this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene, the two men got into a car and sped off. when i came home i was visibly shaken, I told my mom what i had just seen. She got scared and said: “You’re moving with your auntie and uncle to 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 7:00 or 8:00 and i yelled to the cabby, “Yo homes, smell ya later!” looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the price of Bel-Air.

//Yasnaeatsuckafish!