Final Draft of Bang Bang by Nelson Hollerway Period #2

Nelson Hollerway
“This is your 9-1-1 operator, how can I help you?”
“My mom um she’s bleeding really bad….”
“Okay what is your address?”
“I—it’s 1834 Creek Ct.”
Every kid learns to dial 9-1-1 from their parents and teachers. Most kids never dial 9-1-1, but my sister and I were luckless enough to have to. My mother was shot two times once in the stomach and once in the lower arm. I called the police and did everything my mom told me to do before they came. She told me to call my grandmother and I did. My “Grandma Janis”, as I called her, showed up in the nick of time and picked up me and my sister up from our mother’s two bedroom apartment and drove us to the hospital that my mom was being treated at.
It was warm fall day, the sun was bright and the afternoon was beautiful. My sister and I were outside playing on our little tyke’s jungle gym. We heard a loud sound coming from inside our white town house apartment. My sister and I first ignored the loud sound and then when we heard the two other sounds and knew they were gunshots. Both of us ran back to the house to see what was going on. When we first entered the house we didn’t see anyone in the apartment but when we came around the wall separating the living room and dining room we saw our mother lying on the couch with a bible in her hands. She was crying and she reached out to us and told us to get the phone. There was blood everywhere. She told me to call 9-1-1. While I was on the phone with the 9-1-1 operator my sister was hugging my mom crying, and since my father wasn’t really around me about that time in my life I was the man of the house no matter how big or how small I was. I tried to comfort my sister but it was no use. After I got off the phone with operator I asked her what happened and she told me that someone broke in our house. She told the anonymous robber to leave and that she wouldn’t call 5-0. She said after that the culprit pulled out a gun and shot at her four times. She was shot twice and grazed by one of the other bullets. The other bullet went through the wall. My mother didn’t know who it was that broke into our house. She later found out that it was her jealous her ex-boyfriend. He turned himself in when he found out that she was in critical condition. My sister and I stayed with my grandmother for about a week. When the shooter was tried he was deported back to Trinidad, his home country. My mom was in Virtua Hospital in South Jersey, and she was released in a few days and we all stayed at my Grandma’s house until my mom fully recovered from her stomach wound. After my mom had fully recovered we moved to New Jersey from Delaware and life got even more unexpected.