I was on the bus on my way home, just listening to music and minding my own business. At one of the stops, a girl in the back was screaming and was pointing out the window. I looked out the window and saw 3 guys on the yard. 2 of them were standing up and the 3rd one was on the ground all beaten up. The taller of the two men had his baseball bat ready, then they realized that a busload of people were looking at them. As the bus driver radioed in the 911 call, the other man who hasn't been doing anything took out a pistol, aimed it at the beaten up man then BAM. At this point, the whole bus was in shock and was glued to this morbid scene. The two men got in their car and sped off. When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told my mom what I just seen. She got scared then said, "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licence plate said "FRESH" and had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say to this cab was rare but I thought "Nah forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabby "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.
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