Jeff the Killer

Roger with his guns

Today, I wish so hard that it will be peaceful! All the gorgeous trees' leaves would fall off, and sometimes made somebody besides me notice that. They'd give a little peaceful giggle to make the neighborhood a better place. And yes! My dream came true. Jeff was such a nice guy to play with the children next door. It looked like a little Birthday Party. Jeff wore Cow Boy boots and a Mexican hat. He chased the kids, as they screamed in laughter. Soon enough, as I believed before, Roger came back again. "You looser. Why hang out with these little roots?" He asked. That's all I heard.
But I saw Jeff's mouth open. He turned to the kids. He began to cry a little. Roger had two guns, this time. And his friends had one. I wish that kid never existed... I went to my phone to dale 911... But my phone was dead. So I ran downstairs to my Dad's room. I looked on top of the dresser where he usually keeps it there. So I grabbed it. "PLEASE A GUY HAS A GUN AND THERE ARE LIKE SEVEN KIDS! HURRY!" I yelled, while screaming.
The Officer replied, "Okay. But ma'am please tell us the address." So I told him. "Be right there!" He said.
I ran downstairs, and watched more. Soon enough, I saw quick bullets. I heard them too. Thank goodness, the police came.