The Shoot out

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The Shoot-out By: Wesley Cirino 

   When the sky was dark, the wind smelled sweet and blew me away. The touch of the air was gentle to my skin. As I entered the park owned by a PS 194 (the park that my mom prohibited me to play in) to play basketball with a group of friends. Their names were Michel, Zylyk, Mark and of course my self. We were playing against a group of boys. When we finished winning the game, we left the park.

 

    As we past a group of people we ignored their dark colored clothes. We didn’t pay attention to them and left the park. Then all of a sudden I heard a loud BAM! BAM! BAM! I turned around and I saw two groups facing each other with their angry faces. I knew those two gangs hated each other. I ran with my friends in a panic rush. I felt something hit the back of my leg. Everything was so still that I thought I was the only soul around.

 

    I got up and saw everybody around me. At the same time they were asking, “did you get shot?”. “NO” I said then they say are you alright? I didn’t answer them. In a rush I was looking for my friends because everybody was trying to get out of the park but struggled. “They were all around me”, I said to myself. Then right there I saw Micheal. I waved my hand trying to tell him “I’m here”.

   

    When he came I told him everything that had happened. He was ignoring me. Then I finally told him not to tell my mother. He asked me why not? I told him that I didn’t want her to start talking and trying to prove me wrong as always. Micheal looked at me in disbelief. After a long time of silence between both of us I finally said, “where are the others?”. He said they went home. Then he said I’m going home. I just looked at him and went home. When I got home my mom told me if I had fun. I looked at her and said yes. Then I finally gave up and went to bed.

     Looking back at this horrible experience, I learned to always listen to a wiser person’s advice. My mom was right about not going to that park. From now on, I am going to listen to my mom. She loves me and wants to protect me.

   
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Comments

wesly your story is a little

wesly your story is a little much info but o well its yo buisness

Wesley you did a great job,

Wesley you did a great job, I love you memoir. I like that even though you made a mistake you learned your lesson. Keep up the good job