Joe's Story by Torri

It all started when I was walking home. I saw it all happen in under a minute. The boy had a gun and was running away from something. He was running away from his own family. His name was Henry Jones, my name is Joe Johnson and this is my story.

You’re probably wondering why you needed to know all that but just let me get started and you'll see. So where was I. Oh yes he had a gun and was running from his own father. He was screaming at him, "Henry Jones you come back here this instance!" When I had heard all this I froze and watched. Then something happened. It all happened so fast the gunshots the loud horrifying scream of Henry’s mother. She came running down her stairs to see Henry and his father dead. She was crying She screamed, "Someone call an ambulance, call 911!" So I ran home and told my mom the whole story and almost started crying.

Two days later.

We went to the funeral of Henry Jones and his father Jeff Jones. It was a sad funeral everyone cried except me. I didn't cry because I didn't really like Henry at all that much. I didn't like him because he was the neighborhood bully.

It all started last summer. Henry's parents were going though tough times. Jeff Jones recently lost his brother in a car wreck. So Henry started being really snotty and started stealing my lunch money everyday. Finally I told Mrs. Line our counselor and Henry found out I told and beat me up. I had to go to the hospital and he’s been bullying since then. Until now. I can't really say I’m happy he's dead but then again I’m not really that sad either. So either way you put it I scored and lost because I’ll kind a miss him in a way. And I won’t miss him. So this teaches you a lesson no matter what happens in your life you don’t have to take it out on others.