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Personal Narrative: Six Shots That Killed My Best Friend

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I heard six shots that night, the three that killed my best friend were the worst. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what I was supposed to do. Mama and Daddy taught me what to do when I got stopped by the cops not what to do when my best friend gets shot by one. There was this moment right after he got shot the first time, his face went blank, it was almost like he was telling me that everything was going to be okay, that I didn’t need to worry. The second shot, he was gasping for air. The third shot, (the third shot he was already on the ground, it’s like officer 115 was saying, “you’re dead but I’m going to shoot you one more time just for fun”), at least that's what it felt like to me. The first and second shot scared me, the third

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