Hi, my name is Aliea Shell, I'm six years old, I live on, Thirty One Hundred Greenville avenue. I always hear shots fired, I don't know what that means. It was March 17,2012. Mamma was making my hair pretty, we were on the porch. Me, my mama, and my little sister, she's two. A truck came by, not the ice cream truck, this one's mean. A man out the window, seven loud noises came out. I felt them all, I wonder if they know, that's how old I would've turned this year.
My name is Canvas, I'm 26, they say curiosity killed the cat, but I'm only human. It was May 26th gunshots, I hurried to my door to see a gun being aimed at a man on a bike, guess the street didn't teach him to shoot, cause now I see my own blood running lose, do you believe in second chances?
My name is Josh Anderson, I was 14 when I killed an innocent bystander. I didn't know he was married, with two kids two years younger than me. It wasn't my fault, I'm in the 8th grade. I seen my enemy point the gun at me. It's kill or be killed, I shot him 6 times. I'm gonna do life for this. It wasn't even my gun it was my brother's.
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