I blew up the balloons. Pastel colors were all around me. Blues, pinks, tans, even purples. I picked up all the balloons and brought them out to the park.Nobody ever went to the Emerson park anymore which is why I wanted my birthday party there.
It was 2:50 pm and my party started at 3:00 pm. I kept glancing at my watch...3:30 pm..4:00 pm...5:30 pm...10:00 pm...5:00 am....My family and friends weren't coming. Great. Best birthday ever.
I got up and started walking home. BANG! I heard a gun shot and turned to my left to see a dark and shadowy figure holding a gun pointed at me. A bullet was hurdling towards my chest and I feel to my knees and then backwards. My head hit the ground hard. I saw the figure walking towards me with precarious steps.
"Oh my gawd Lena!" I heard my friend, Krystal Jones say. " I thought you were a stalker! I was on my way to your party." Krystal said. Yeah right. My party was 15 hours ago and WHY would she bring a gun to a birthday party? And then, I couldn't move. I saw only black. I thought I was dead.
