Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Revision

Nathan Freni

5/25/10

Mr. Gallagher

REVISION


The cars pass by as we walk down Lebanon Street. I had a bad feeling about walking home from Melrose. Of course I had to be right. I was having a good time but it just couldn’t last. “What up?” I hear from behind me, so I turn around. My friends jump behind me and I’m face to face with my soon to be opponent. I thought nothing of the two men that stepped out from the truck. “What’s up?” I answer back. “Do you remember me? One of them asked. I answered, “No.” I felt my stomach cringe as they walked up to me. Before I knew it I was on the ground. My “friends” did nothing, they sat there in shock. “Get off of me!” I yell as I struggle to get up.

I never thought I would get mugged. I just did not ever think it would happen to me. My guard was down. I tried to throw a couple of defensive punches, but then there was a pointy feeling on my stomach and I looked down to see a knife. I felt helpless. I felt like “My life was over”. “Give me your hat little man!” (It was my pleasure to give him that hat.) I did not want that knife thrusting into my stomach.

For some reason, when I heard the slam of a door I knew it was a good thing. A Massachusetts State Trooper, who happened to live in the house next to where this occurred, came running out of his house and chased the kids up the hill. They were too quick and got into the truck before he could catch up. I called my dad. He and my older brother came to get me.

The next day at basketball, I found myself on edge. Taps on my shoulder were giving me whiplash like I couldn’t believe. Seeing my friends in the stands made me think “What if?” “What if he was with me, or him?” Suddenly my mind was off the game and was tangled up, again, in what happened to me the night before.

Now, with High School coming to a close, I want to study Criminal Justice in college. This event makes me want to help people; like that trooper helped me that night. I would just love knowing that I would be protecting and helping the people that I love most dearly.

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