We've got to keep going...

So, I was laying down on the couch, finally finishing Harry Potter, minding my own business when... I heard gunshots. Not just one, but three, fast, loud shots and then another gun joining in. They fired off a lot of shots, not like a few, "oh, we're messing around with guns" shots but, "we're aiming at someone and missing" sort of shots.

Anyway, I roll to the ground, ducking my head in case something comes flying through a window or a wall and after a few seconds of silence, I run upstairs to my mom room. I was yelling, "Call the cops, call the cops!" and she did, and I ran down to the landing on our steps and looked out the window. Then I saw something really weird; a car, driving really slowly, shining a flashlight into the field. I memorized the car, what it looked like, because I've never seen that happen before and if it was gunshots I heard, maybe this car had something to do with it. I tell my mom to tell the cops and then she gets off the phone and looks out the window. I turn away and then she started saying, "That car you just described just went SPEEDING the opposite way.

So, we waited for the cops. And we waited. And we waited some more. Finally about 45 minutes later, one cop car drove down the road, came back... and that was it. No wanting to talk to us, no wanting to let us know that there didn't appear to be any danger, nothing. For all we know, someone had been out there, dead, and it took 45 MINUTES to respond. And then, all they did was drive up the road. Fucking MP cops. No wonder I never feel safe in this town... ugh!

Gabby