I ducked. BANG BANG BANG. He shot three times. He shot me in the foot and I tried to crawl away I was yelling, “Mom! Help! Please.”

My mom didn’t hear me. She must have been in the backyard, gardening.

I got up and jumped on one foot to the backyard and yelled, “ Mom, somebody’s outside and he shot through the window and shot my foot!”

My mom replied, “What the? Gun? Foot? We need help now!” I heard the top of the roof crack it sounded like it was going to fall on top of me.

“Mom the roof. It’s going to fall.” I said as the roof crashed down in front of me. It was John he grabbed me. My mom called the police but John let me go and tried to grab her. I heard a key in the door. I thought one of John’s helpers found the code for the lock holding the key inside. Thankfully in was my dad getting home from the Police Department. He saw John and ran towards John. My dad jumped and kicked John in the face.