Finals Part: 1

When I was in the 7th grade, I experienced true terror. Near my neighborhood, there was a firearm incident. I'd hear the gunshots as I was sitting at home and playing games. Terrified, I froze. The more I would hear, the closer it would get. I hid under the blankets hoping for the best. As I started to smell gunpowder, I began to panic. I thought a group of mobsters were going in each house killing for their entertainment. No one was in the house except me. As the gun shots began to calm down, everyone from the neighborhood went outside to check out what had just happened. On the ground was a middle aged Caucasian man riddled with bullets. Luckily he was still alive. As I watch this poor man agonize in pain, I felt weak. As the neighbors try to call the ambulance and tend to the wound, I stood there horrified by the scene. This is an experience one cannot forget. Seeing a near death middle aged man told me that my life could be ended sooner than expected.