Im standing in the front of Bluford High with blood on my elbows, gash on my head. My ribs feel cracked. The school is crowded behind me, im 3 hours late for class and the principal is looking for the students and me. If i go in now the principal will bust me.I got comments from the other teachers im sure if i get one more i will get suspended. I got up went in the school and walked passed everyone they all looked at me. I went to my class and the teacher asked why was i late and i ignored her she kept asking me. She grabbed my shirt and took me to the the principal i didn’t say a word the whole time. The principal was yelling at me and taking all of the anger on me. When it was dissmissal i didn’t bother going to my locker. I went ouside and everyone was around me. Instead of going on the bus i walked home. Once i got there my mother was crying she feel on her knees and asked me what happened i started to cry and i hugged her i told her i got in a fight with this boy. After me and my mom talked about it we sat on the couch together she asked me to make a promise to her she asked me not to fight back ever again and i said ok even though i said ok i lied to her. Me my brother,Chago,Jesus and Frankie went down to the streets we went to go see my homies car once we got there we were just hanging out by the cars until Frankie said watch out. The next thing you know someone was shooting at us we dunked down and holded eachother my brother was on the other side of the car with Jesus.The shooting finale stopped i peeked to see if they were still there than i ran to the otherside of the car i rapped my arms around my little brother i told it was ok but it was like he was sleeping I kept telling him to wake up then i felt wetness from behind his head it felt warm like bathwater but it was coming from the back of his head. Frankie said he didn’t look like he was breathing. My vision was breaking up like seeing the world through shattered glass. MY hands were red and my little brothers life was spiklling out on the street, mixing with soil and rain. I was saying to myself this wasn’t happening why my little brother. I kept trying to wake him up i rocked him like when he was little. People started to gather around  then someone said call the ambulance that boy is shot but i blocked them out i touched his face he was still warm and his skin was soft like when he was a baby. But my fingers left smudges of blood on his was and he was a limp. Frankie put his arm around me and told me we will get them