I was a freshman in high school and invited to the biggest party an underclassman could attend. I had no reason to think that attending this party would put me in a life-threatening situation. I thought the party would be exciting and fun. Instead, it turned into a night that ends so tragically.
One Friday night some friends and I decided to attend our high school's football game. Upon arriving, the stadium was already covered with overjoyed, and exciting fans. During the game, there was excited chattering about the party. Everyone was talking about going. Finally, the game was in the last seconds of the fourth quarter,a nd oru team was winning. The crowd was all fired up. When the game endend, everyone stampeded to theri cars and headed to the party leaving the once filled stadium deserted.
When we finally arrived to the party, I could feel my body trembling with excitement and nervousness. It was a couple minutes after 10 pm and the party was already jumping off. Wehn entering the main room, you could see people dancing, clowning, and just having a good time. Althought the room wasn't that big, I begin to dance and enjoy myself as well.
All of a sudden a fight broke out. You would have thought someone screamed free food the way everyone was running. People were falling all over the place trying to avoid the fight, but no one would break it up. When the fight was brought to a halt, everyone was ordered to leave. Everyone was stumbling trying to get out the house and to their cars, until one of the guys fighting decided the the issues wasn't resolved. He pushed his way back into the house, pulled out a gun and begins shooting. I was so close that I could hear the bullets flying by my ears, and I could see the sparks from the gun. I couldn't move; it was like someone turned my knees into the off position. Suddenly, I was pulled to the floor for protection. The shooting finally stopped. Everyone raced to their cars as if they were in a marathon. Out of nowhere, a low-pitched scream was heared. Two of my friends were found bleeding due to bullet wounds to the head.
The commotion of two marching armies and drummers drowned out what the soldier was yelling at my mother. Then it all stopped and the drummers let out the battle start rhythm. Then it started and flashes like fireworks went off everywhere, right in the middle of town. There was a bang, then nothing.
I am in a well-lit room with soft carpet under my feet. The room has a unique sweet smell that I do not recognize. My body is trembling as I listen to the soft music. My worst fear in this instant is that I will pass out and leave my mom to face this on her own. The reason I am in this room right now is not that I have always wanted to experience this. The only reason I am here is that it is not fair to leave my mom to deal with this on her own.
It was the last season of my football career and it could not have been going better. We were winning games and were having a blast. The team was giving high fives and banging helmets together. We were a true family; growing closer than any team I had ever been with before. I was standing with my teammates as we said the same prayer before our game as we did every week. “Our Father Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.” The deep, strong voices rang throughout the room sending chills down my back. I loved it.
As I was driving down the road I saw red, and blue lights going off behind me, so I turn on my turn single and turned to the side of the street and parked my car. I saw the police officer getting out of his car and started to walks towards me, my hands were getting all sweaty and clammy, my stomach was in complete knots and I couldn’t figure out if I was going to vomit, or just pass out. I heard a knock on my window, and I rolled it down.
So, another inning flies by and each pitch I'm learning more and more about the game not only the rules but who each player is how they stand when they bat and when they field the ball. It was fun watching the game but what was even better was getting closer to my dad and being able to talk about each play and which player was playing that good that day and which player was struggling, it was just another thing we could talk about. The 7th inning came around and everyone stood and "Take me out to the Ball Game" I just fell in love with song and the people dancing and singing every word. After the song was over everyone sat down at the same time you could hear all the seats being sat in. The game resumed and it said the same score 1-0 the rest of them game. I could tell that some fans were losing interest because the game was so slow, but I was not I was so into the game and I tried to learn as much I could and I did. When the game officially ended fireworks went off and they were as loud as could be and I could hear all the players screaming and high fiving it was a great experience all together for not only me but for my father as
The time on the clock was 4:30 when the doorbell rang, fifteen minutes early. My three teamates were extremely anxious to get to the Center. I opened the front door and to my surprise the whole team was outside in their cars. They were all spiffed up in their shirts and ties, determined to win the game. As I threw my equipment in my friends car I was hoping that the next time I put it in there I would have a championship medal hanging around my neck.
It was just a normal day. I was living at home with only me, John, and my mom. My dad had died trying to protect the village from a wild animal from the forest. My mom wanted me to go to the market and get some food. So I did. As I made it to the market I could see all of the things being traded. I went to were the food was being traded and traded some stuff for some food. As returned home I noticed a couple of strange voices I didn’t notice. I walked into the house. It got dead silent. Then all last I heard were gunshots until everything went black.
I stood there just staring I could not move. Every time I moved o\n took a breath I felt him getting closer. Quickly, I had to do something but I did not know what. I feel like he has a gun or a weapon but I do not know for sure. I was 5’4 and 87lbs., and this guy had to be at least 6’9 and 250lbs.. There was no way that I would win in a fistfight so I just had to sit there and hope he would not see me hiding. I decided to run, I got shot in the leg.
I rip out my pistol from my pocket and a woman in front of me. Bang! She drops to the floor. A second shot fired but not from my gun. I look down at my stomach and blood is seeping. A blood curtailing screams comes from the crowd and they
I had spent the night at a friend’s house and I couldn’t sleep so I called my mom to come get me and bring me home. On our way home I talked to her about how I wasn’t comfortable sleeping away from home and how it scared me. When we got home I rushed to the door because my grandma and my little sister Alyssa were waiting for me. As I opened the front door I could hear screaming and voices I had never heard before. My heart started racing and I couldn’t think about anything but that I wanted to see what was going on. I shoved the front door open and my mom rushed to be behind me. As we walked into the house I was my grandmother screaming at someone and hiding my little sister behind her. Alyssa looked terrified like she was being attacked. My mom
The moment had finally arrived, we were about to enter the newly built stadium. As we approached the entrance, there was a small line of people waiting their turn to be frisked. While waiting in line, I noticed that there were certain things not allowed into the stadium for safety reasons. One lady had a large chain that resembled a dog chain in her pocket. The guard told her to take it back to her car or throw it in the trash. When the lady threw her chain in the trash I realized how devoted some of these fans really were. I thought to myself," maybe I'm not as big of fan as I thought," and continued through the gates. After our entire group got through security we had to separate, due to the different seating assignments.
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I angrily slammed my food tray on the floor and said get out. The marshal who had helped save us had just arrived and as he came in he got his gun ready to fire. I told him he had murdered my parents and my sister. The marshal just laughed and then with a boom out came a bullet straight for my head. I ducked dodging the bullet. Then from the back entrance came another man holding a hammer, he reluctantly fired at my head until he knew for a fact that I had lost my memory.
We spent the few hours before the game watching other match-ups as well as laughing while we managed our Fantasy Football teams amidst several abrupt cuts causing some fury and outrage among us. I then checked the time, it was five o’clock, what felt like one hour was actually three. My friends and I walked towards the stadium. The same distinct sound, smell and feeling from the morning felt as if it were amplified by ten. By the time we got outside the stadium. We passed many families, students and officers yet no sight of fans from the opposing team. Once we got into the stadium and found a seat in the boneyard, we waited for the game to start. The stadium in the matter of minutes was filled with a wave of purple dressed fans. I stood in my seat as the video on the video board played the welcoming video to Dowdy-Ficklen stadium. As I stood and watched, goosebumps consumed my body. There I stood, I was in awe at the sound of all the fans cheering as the band
It all started one hot summer morning at sunrise, July 5th 2012 around 3 am the day after the 4th of July holiday. I was awakened by the crying and screaming of my family over me yelling at me “Get UP FUNMI PLEASE”! And as I jumped up startled and shaking wondering what’s going on walking into my, mother’s room seeing a rainfall of tears fall down her face, she then tells me with the most hurtful voice ever “YOUR BROTHER HAS BEEN SHOT AND KILLED”! I completely went into shock as, I could feel my heart drop I started to panic badly wishing, and praying, and hoping saying to myself I wish that someone would pinch me, and wake me up from this terrible dream. The news I had gotten at that moment felt so unreal never would a day go pass in, which I would have thought about going through a loss of one of my siblings this soon.