by DANNY

What happens in LA
stays in LA,
except for the bullets that
fly. Those that stay in my brother’s
arm.

It’s 12:00am, and all I hear is
Bang! Bang! Bang!

My parents run to my room
and hold me.

My brother was downstairs,
cooking.

Everything was happening
too fast.

My emotions were everywhere.
I was sad, scared, surprised.

Out of nowhere we hear a scream.
We ran downstairs and saw my brother
had been shot.

All he was doing
was cooking!

I had so many questions.
Why did he get shot?
Why are they shooting?

The man with the gun
was just looking right at me.

Up to that point I’d never been
so terrified. I thought
he was going to shoot me,
but he just left.

Everything happens
in LA.

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