MY BROTHER GOT SHOT
Dylan
12-7-05
Dedicated
to Ms. Sclafani
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I had a brother named Chris. Chris was 16 and I liked to play with him.
I liked to go to the park. He
took me with him.
One day we went to the park and we played ball and the ball went over the
fence. First, he went to get the ball. Next, he got shot. The guy was behind
him. He went to the hospital. After
that, my brother came home with a broken arm. My brother said, “I can’t move
my arms.” Finally, my brother’s
arm was better.
My brother never went to the park again. He did not go to the park because he did not want to get shot again.