In his words...
I was riding home from school today on my bus, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As we were stopping at one of the bus stops, a girl in the back started screaming. I looked back and saw her pointing out the window, and I followed her stare.
Out in an unfenced yard were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole busload of kids were looking at them.
As the bus driver radioed in the call for the police, the other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head.
At this point the whole bus was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off.
When I came home I was visibly shaken. I told her what I had just seen. Then my mum got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.