Ok, so this happened when I was in 7th grade I believe. I had had a sheltered life up until then, so this ruined me for a few days. So, I lived right outside the hood, but every day, the bus would have to pass through the ghetto to get to the last 2 or 3 stops. I was usually on the bus with my BFFS. I won't post their actual names, so they'll be Sarah, Julie and Amanda. Sarah and I got off at the same stop, Julie got off two stops before us, in the ghetto. Amanda got off two stops before Julie. But, with it being towards the end of the year, they tried out for the talent show. Only Julie made it in (she was sick the day of the show, so it was hardly worth it) and Sarah was sick, and Amanda had skipped school to spend time with her boyfriend. We usually hung out in the construction lot near our houses, so I figured I would just get on my computer. As the bus was about to leave the ghetto, three kids remaining on the bus, it stopped! The strong wind had blown over a tarp onto the road. The house behind us had three dudes in the front yard; a big black guy, a guy in red and a guy in blue. The two white guys began talking. Then shouting. Soon, they began staging a fight, where the guy in red pounced on the guy in blue. The two other kids on the bus, two stupid boys, began laughing. "They're just trying to scare us!" One exclaimed. As they said that, the black man pulled something from his pocket. It was a gun! By now, we had established how real the fight was. The man in blue was laying on the ground, bleeding and crying and puking. I don't know what our bus driver was on that made him brake for a stupid tarp, but it was still there! The two men looked at me, since I was in the very back. I tried to scream, but I only whimpered. Just as the man was raising his gun, the tarp miraculously blew out of the way and the bus driver floored it! I called the cops and was praised as a hero, not only for bringing them to justice, but for saving that man's life. I wanted to go to the hospital to see him, but I knew better. He might have, in an effort to get back in good with the other, tell them things about me, or worse, my friends. Even today, I'm moved across the country, but a day doesn't go by where I don't think about their piercing eyes. And although I was praised for a month or so, they will haunt me forever.