June 20,2014
My
NIQQUA David came over to my house and we went to hit da mall for some shoes
David
mexican,shoe game
BOOM!!!!!
There was a shoot out at the mall .
I ran buhh we I turnt around was layer out on the floor surrounded by I pool of blood.
NOOOOO!!!
I held him in my arms and screamed for help.
I watched my closet friend die in my arms. That image will never go away .
I cried and cried .
me and him was born on the same day, same hour ,same hospital and we lived a street apart in the same neighboorhood.
The Funeral
We were all in a line to see him in the casket.I felt a tear roll on my cheek.
i looked at him....Thinking in my head that my closet NIQQUA died as a you nine and it was my fault?I couldn't bare.
I saw him.He died in my arms.Could I have saved him or naa.
I had to speak.
I went us to the podium and said "David wasn't just a friend,he was a brother. We did everything together but now I'm alone. I guess god is telling me that us people don't need to lean on people we have to be independent. I know David is here in spirit standing next to me si happy and joyful. David might was a young in but he did what he wanted to do in life".
The gave me a standing ovation.
After the funeral we all went to a.w. Jones basketball court, Davids favorite place.
YOU ARE READING
Ambition
Non-FictionThis book is basted on a true story of a family. But mostly of a young boy who is always in mess buhh he doesn't do nothing but one day his anger clicks and hell is to pay .
