Fighting For Justice

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A man and his wife Beth get a invitation to a protest for Black Lives, they go. then things take a turn and this man named Nick saved a life, his name was heard now.

Chapter 1: the protest 

 

It was a Monday morning, January 6th, 2035the first week of 2035, Beth, my wife walked into the dining room where I was sitting at the dining table sipping my coffee. I kissed her and ask, “what would you like for breakfast baby “she replied with “pancakes and bacon please “as she giggled. I cooked some pancakes and bacon I made her plate; I took it to the dining table. I got my plate and went and sat with her, she said “so baby listen “I said “okay she asked me “do you want to go to a protest, to protest for the black lives taken for no reason.” I said “yes of course, there is no reason I wouldn’t go” she pulled out an envelope, she took a look at it and it said, Black Lives Protest; Newark, Ohio; 12PM to 5PM” Newark, Ohio was where we lived, it was downtown at our local grocery store. We then got our day started, we went and took showers, got dressed, all our hygiene. I grabbed the keys, we went to get some groceries, drop some stuff off at the post office because I was mailing my parents a letter, they live in LA. The COVID is still around, so we will have to wear masks. We got back from running around town, when daisy our pit-bull came running and barking in joy that we were back. Beth said, “who's a good girl, you’re a good girl” we went and grabbed a snack and went and sat on the couch and watched some tv. We put the news on to see what was going on. The protest was all over the news, everyone knew about it, over 500 people were going to be there. We did not change our minds though; we did not care we were going to the protest whether there was 2000 people there. We were desperate for the justice for them. It was about 6PM I went and cooked some steak pasta. We sat in the living room watching tv as we ate our dinner. I took our plates out to the kitchen, we started to get ready for bed, we brushed our teeth changed our clothes and got into bed. We both fell asleep early that night, waiting for the big day. We woke up, we did not even eat breakfast. We got ready, it was 11:45 AM, we left. We wanted to be there early. We showed up and there were people there, there was already cops there. We got out of the car, we had signs mine said, “we should have justice for all “Beths sign said, “black people aren't a threat” we started chanting what everyone else said “give them justice!” “give them justice!” then, in matter of no time, things went downhill. The police officers started to get aggressive, they started to pull guns on people, shove people, they even pushed a man in a wheelchair to the ground. We could not believe what we were seeing, we were not doing anything, we were chanting and yelling. Nothing else, nobody had a knife or a gun. Me and Beth realized police officers were not always good. We kept chanting, then a police officer pulled a gun on us. We were still chanting, I then stopped and said, “whatYou are going to shoot me for standing up for what is right? Pathetic police officers. “he then shot. I jerked my head, when I jerked my head the police officer shot a little boy right in the head. I took the little boy as fast as I could to the hospital, I told his parents I can get there quicker. They then let me take their son, I rushed him into the hospital they went into emergency surgery to get the bullet and do anything they can to save this little boy. They asked, “what happened?” I then replied with, “a cop tried to shoot me at the protest but missed and shot this little kid.” the nurse said, “oh my, he should have never gone to a protest, especially at such a youthful age. Then the little boy's parents came bursting into the hospital doors looking for the little boy. I then said, “ma'am he's going to be okay, he's going into surgery” We then went home, we could not believe what happened, we went home, and we went to bed. We woke up the next morning, I turned the news on, it said, “this man going by the name of Nick Pollock, this man saved this little boy when getting shot at the huge protest last night. Thank you, Nick, for saving this little boy. I and Beth then went on with our day with many people stopping us to tell the story of what happened. Though it hurt me so bad to say the little kid got shot, I had to tell them everything that happened. It went on for the rest of day, we finally got home, ate dinner, got ready for bed, then we got cozy turned off the lights and fell asleep feeling proud he did what he did. 

 

Darian Parrish 


Submitted: November 14, 2020

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