R.I.P TUTU

The event that changed my life was when one of my dearest friends got killed. His name was Aurthor Pina a.k.a Tutu. He was only nineteen years old and he lived with my friend Birdy and his family, who were his cousins, uncle, and aunt. He had been living there for about five years. He was killed while standing on his front porch. He had gone to the front porch to smoke a cigarette. When, all of sudden someone came out the alley and started shooting at him. His family heard the shots fired, and when they rushed outside they found him lying on the porch. Birdy came out and started yelling “get up cuz get up”. Then my mom came out from next store and asked “what happened”? Birdy said I think Tutu got hit! My mom ran inside, called the ambulance, and then came back outside. She ran up the steps where Tutu was lying and he was trying to get up but couldn’t. Then all of a sudden his hood came off his head and blood started squirting out. Then, my mom put her hand over his head, on his left side where the blood was coming from. She stood their talking to him, telling him that the ambulance was on the way. When the ambulance came, they took him to Loyola Hospital, where he was put on a machine that kept him alive. On December 11, 2004 the doctors said that there was nothing else that they could do because, there was no blood flowing to the brain. This meant that he was clinically dead. On that day they disconnected the machine and he died. I will always remember this because December 11th is my birthday. They also ended up catching the person who did it and it was one of our old friends that backstabbed us.
Omar Soto