It was a quiet night. I was walking home from school, and then I heard a van approaching.
The van pulled in front of me. The back doors of the van pulled open and a man inside asked me if I would like home. I declined and then continued walking.
IAs I walked, I heard the van start back up, which encouraged me to walk faster and eventually run. My heart began to race. "Help, Help!", a cried into the night. Then, I heard gunshots. "Bang, Bang", and the van suddenly stopped.
It turns out there were 2 men in that van. They were driving around at night to kidnap people for who knows what." The bang, bang sound was the police shooting the 2 front tires." I told my parents about the incident.
My mom went up to the school and went off on the principal for not having someone escort me home as well as how unsafe not having a bus drive students home is.
Now I wait for the public bus to arrive. I may have not been scarred physically, but I was mentally. Now every I see a white van, I want to scream my lungs out.