How’s it going gang? This is what blog post #5. In class we read 2 short stories Hills Like White Elephants (Ernest Hemingway) and My Name is Margaret (Maya Angelou). My story relates to both of these texts because of the emotions that flow throughout. Before you read the scene I wanted to give you some insight on this true story. My friend was murdered right after he got me over my fear of swimming. He’s one of the people that strives to be a better person everyday. “YO ZY!” my cousin zay screamed in shock. “YO BRO WHY YOU YELLING I'M RIGHT NEXT TO YOU” I had exclaimed. “I saw it on insta..” as he tried to get the words out my friend yelled up the porch steps “YOOOO, WHY A FAKE INSTAGRAM JUST POST THAT TB JUST DIED?” my friend ski said as he burst through the old wooden door of his grandmother’s house. “Who told you that bro?” I said worriedly. “People keep posting it on instagram bro” he had said while showing the phone “Before we start jumping to conclusions did anybody call him?” I said while scrolling through my contact list on my phone. I facetimed him but all it did was ring. “Did anybody call his mom?” I had said while glaring around the room at my friends alerted faces. Zay said “I called her but she didn't answer”, he said “she’s probably sleep”. After all, it was like 11:00am on a saturday. “Check to see when was the last time he was on the game” I said. He loved the game so much so he would have been unusual if he was off for more than 12 hours. “Bro he wasn’t on all day” ski said in disbelief. Our other friend five, who is also TB’s cousin, walks in the room. Zay asks him “You heard the news bro? Tell me it ain't true”. “What are you talking about bro?” five says in an unsure voice. He’s totally clueless. “Somebody said TB died and we are just trying to find him” I had told him. Five immediately pulled out his phone and called one of his cousins. Before five got out a question we could hear his cousin say “hold up bro ima call you back TB got shot” Beep beep beep, the phone went as he hung up. The room went quiet as it felt like the reaper called and told us he took our friends soul. I left my friend's house and went home. As I went upstairs I could hear my game still on from this morning. I went to TB’s account, rubbed my system, turned it off and went to sleep.
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