Da thing

Victor Sanchez
11-6-07
Per 4-5
Da Thing

There was this one day, were me and my friends were coming home from burger king. It was so good. I had a big whopper with fries with a slushy. I’m hungry… Back to the story
We were joking around and then we saw a kid, about 9 getting a ball across the street. Next thing you know, a car turns and doest see the dude. All you see is blood everywhere. It’s on the pavement.
‘It’s bad man’ I said. ‘Who the hell hits a firkin kid’? Well besides him. People
Came to the scene. ‘He’s still alive’ someone said. Crying. He’s confused. Hurt badly. Some lady comes wanting here son.
She screams ‘were my baby’ She starts to sob. The ambulans comes. It all happened all fast. It’s like war of the worlds again. But this time it’s focused on one spot. I wonder…
What could happen if it hit him in the stomach? In the head? Could the paramedics save him? Could he have prevented this if he looked both ways?
The after math: it turns out that he was the brother of my friend. His leg healed. But very slowly. I think I want to vomit that hamburger I ate. The blood reminded me of the ketchup. The little guy remembers to look both ways before crossing. If you go to Margaret you can still see the blood splatter. I don’t want to be him, with the blood and the crying and gore………………………………………………………………………….