Personal Narrative: Anthony's Death

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September 16, 2007 was the day of my best friend Anthony’s death. I was 12 years old. I remember it like if it was yesterday. Anthony and I met in the same neighborhood around the time I turned 11 years old. At the time Anthony was 15 years old. Anthony was the type of kid everybody adored. He always had a smile on his face and for whatever reason, you may have been having a bad day, but Anthony could always turn that day upside down. Destiny was not always kind to me and Anthony. We both were raised around drugs and gun shots. Not everyone gets to escape from the hood and Anthony was a prime example of this. The day started like every other day. I woke up early in the morning and got ready for school. Anthony and I went to the same school. We both had first and third period class together. I remember seeing him that day standing outside near the school doorway, like always, joking around. I walked up to Anthony and we hung out with our friends for a few minutes before the bell rang. Anthony and I went to class together and sat at the same table. We were talking about a kid we had problems with up on the block. That same day I had had a fight with a kid who was trying to play me by talking to my girl. I was put in after school detention for fighting him. After being in detention for an hour and a half they let …show more content…

Anthony was on his way home and two kids got Anthony alone and killed him because they wanted his money. Anthony ran 2 blocks before he finally got to my house and died. The kid who killed Anthony was found in less than 24 hours. Anthony did not have a family. The only family he had was my family. Anthony made lot of money, but I’m sure he would turn it all in just to be alive again for one day. I will never forget the looks in his eyes. Even though he know he was about to die Anthony smiled for the last time. I will never forget Anthony and how he influenced our

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