ViOLENCE ESSAY

My Life With Violence



I was born and raised in Los Angeles, so I have seen a lot of things that are violent. I grew up on the east side of Los Angeles and I am going to tell you about the worst violent experience that my family and I have been through.


It was August 29Th 2005. I was just coming home from school and it was my sister little sisters Bryana and mikayla. My mom was there and she told us to go start our homework in our rooms. After about 30 minutes, my mom said she was going to the store across the street. I asked can I go with her but she said No stay there. The store was right across the street. My uncle mac, was there for a minute, then he left.


I finished my homework and started to go outside to the front to play with my friend next door. My siblings were in there rooms, and I was standing right out the gate in my next neighbor's yard. We continued to talk and play. About 10 minutes passed by and we saw a car ride pass, because we lived on a main street, we can see all the cars that drive down the street, and the car passed again. Then, at that time I didn't know that my uncle and my friends had gone in the house. The car came again and the man started shouting something upstairs and we just started hearing shooting.



My friend's mom pushed us into the house and told us to stay down. My mom was running from the store back to the house and all we heard was screaming and yelling. I ran outside because all I could think about was that my little brother and two sisters were still in the house. I was terrified, my heart was racing and I heard my mom's voice outside and I ran to her but she told me stay in the house. My cousin was there and he ran to bring my siblings out to me. I was relieved.


I heard the ambulance and still didn't know what happened. Then the police came and took me, my mom and my siblings to the police station. Then she told me that my had been shot in the neck from the upstairs window. I was hurt and I just kept crying, I didn't understand what happened or why?. I remember leaving the door unlocked but I didn't know my uncle was even there.


Then the police officer started asking me and my mom a lot of questions but everything happened so fast, I saw my friend and her family there also, I just continued to cry and try to figure out what happened. Well after a few hours we found out my uncle had died. I was hurt and confused. My mom was terrified, scared, and thankful that all of kids were OK. I couldn't remember what happened so they let us go home.


We found out that my uncle had an argument with someone and the guy had followed him and he was looking out the window and the guy started shooting at him in the windows and hit my uncle in the neck. I loved my uncle he was always there with us, playing, cracking jokes. This showed me how much I love my family and never ever want anything to happen to them. Life is to short for little things like a disagreement.


Violence is something that is everywhere in the world. I wish it was not any, but this is the world that we live in and all we can do is try our best to get along the best way that we can.