My brother's death

by vanessa   Feb 8, 2007


My brother and I were fighting but that is an everyday thing
i regret getting mad at him over a ring
he rushed outside while i slammed the door
after a while, i walked to the corner store
as i walked back,i seen a suspicious red car
i ran to tell my brother to get inside but i was to far
they pulled out a gun, and the drive-by began
the louder the rumble, the faster i ran
as i got to my brother, he made no movement
he was all bloody and red
one bullet went straight through his head
as much as it hurt, my little brother is now dead.

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