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Mr Jackson: No we planned this, so we're going! I hate when you want to change the plans.

Mrs. Jackson: Baby I'm not trying to change the plans,I just hated to see Sierra crying like that.

Mrs. Jackson Come on let's turn around.

Mr. Jackson: What??? Mrs. Jackson: Sike.

Mr. Jackson: Oh I thought so, 'cause I wasn't about to turn around anyway.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>not far away

-----: What up kid.?

---: What up son?

---- Look this motherfucker's been dipping and dabbing cutting us off our dough nigga.

----: Look we going to step to his ass right now

----:Who's rolling ‘cause five g's is missing, and I'm nipping this shit in the bud right motherfucking now!!!

----: Get your motherfucking shit now, and let's roll! We gonna cruise 'till we see that nigga.

----:Light that breeze up dog.

---: Yeah that's what I'm talking about!

----: Look, when we pull up, be ready to take the wheel nigga, ‘cause this motherfucker might try and run and shit. Yo P man, move your ass over so I can jump in the back seat if I have to, and leave the door cracked....Yo nigga you holding to long!!! You know the routine goes way back nigga. Puff. Puff. Pass nigga!

Act like you know. You taking extra puffs and shit, like it's the last one on earth."

----:"There he is right there!!!"

----:"Hold up get the shit ready!!!"

----:"Oh shit motherfuckers, that niggas got a..." Interupted by shots fired at the vehicle they're riding in. __ puts on

on breaks . Errrrrrrrrrr!!! The car tires screeched missing everyone. (The truck screeches off speeding from a short distance)

Screams let out from a short distance.

----:"Hell motherfucking naw!!! Follow that motherfucker now!!! Oh this punk ass creeping in the next niggas shit!" (Car wheels screeching).

"Somebody call an ambulance please!!!" A mother consoles the lifeless little girl wounded from one of the stray bullets. She lay wounded with a head injury oozing blood all over her pink blouse, dripping from her head, her whole face covered in blood.

"Help!!! Help!!! Help!!!" She screamed while lifting the little girls head up. "Oh my baby! Mommies here!!! Mommies here." The mother said as she rocked her little girl while she looked as though she were sleeping, with blood dripping all over her face and her little pink blouse soaked.

"Say something!" People began coming out to look. Still screaming "Help call the ambulance!!! Call nine one one!!!. Heeelp!!"

----:Oh somebody called Ma'am. A few people did.


Sirens ring out not far from the shooting scene.

The woman is crying hysterically. no response from the lifeless young child.

Neighbors gathered around trying to console the woman while sitting on the ground.

An ambulance was coming down the street, with blaring red lights,as a police car follows. They pull up to the scene.

Paramedics jump out with equipment.

Police Jump out of their vehicle. "Clear the way clear the way please!!!"

Paramedic: "Excuse me!!! Excuse me...."(bending down examining, one of the paramedics determine injuries....looking at his watch touching the young girls neck)

Paramedic: No pulse ...hand.....no pulse......hematoma....gun shot....blunt head trauma....taking a light flashing, shining it in the little girls eyes...no dialation...(leaning her head back squeezing her nose) blowing through her mouth puff...break...puff....break....puff.....break....puff...break..

Paramedic 2: Anything?

Paramedic 1: Hand movement...okay....start iv.....(paramedic 2 starts iv)

Paramedic 1: Oxygen...(paramedic 2 puts oxygen mask on)...pressing childs chest...1....2....3...4...5....break...1...2...3...4...5....little movement . let's go!!! move!!! running to get ambulance bed...the little girls mom gets in the ambulance.

transporting the little girl onto the ambulance bed into the ambulance.

Paramedic 1: Lost pulse!!! .... again 1....2...3...4...5.......1...2....3...4...5...again chest diffribulator.....nothing..........puff puff...break...puff....break....puff.....break....puff...break...

anything ...nothing lost.....one more time...puff...break...puff....break....puff.....break....puff...break...pressing the childs chest again 1....2...3...4...5.......1...2....3...4...5.......nothing....

..wooo...wooo.....woooooooooo.....wooooooooooo.......(ambulance driver rushes off )

Paramedic 1: We're sorry Ma'am...we're so so sorry....we'll take her on to the hospital.

Mother: (Screams) Press again!!! Give her some more air!!! Come on do something!!!! (tears streaming... holding her daughters hand) ...come on baby come on mommies right here come on... do you hear me? You can't leave me now okay? ...mommies are supposed to go bye bye first..... you have a lot to live for okay???

Paramedic 1: Again!!! 1....2...3...4...5.......1...2....3...4...5...again chest diffribulator.....nothing..........puff puff...break...puff....break....puff.....break....puff...break...

Paramedic 2: Anything?

Paramedic 1 ...Nothing... lost.....one more time!!!!...puff...break...puff....break....puff.....break....puff...break...(pressing the childs chest again) 1....2...3...4...5.......1...2....3...4...5.......nothing....

lost ...

Screaming echoes and loud crying ring out from the ambulance....

Mother: Nooooooooooooooo......Noooooooooooooo!!!!

ooo...o please...o please noooooo......!!!!

-----------------------------about 5 miles away

Pulling onto the highway.....

Catch that motherfucker man!!!

I'm trying!!!

You ain't trying man!!! You aint trying hard enough!!!... Man I need to drive man!!!....................

Gun shots ring out again. Pow...pow...pow..pow...pow....gunfiire blows a tire. A man is hit in the head. Car flips over down the hill......Dealer loses sight of the other vehicle .

Damn Man we lost him


------------------------------an hour later .

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrng Brrrrrrrrrrrng Brrrrrrrnnng..

Sandra: Hello

Detective: Hello Maam.

Sandra: Yes. May I help you.

Detective: Well Ma'am we have a Sovinia Jackson, and a Robert Jackson here and we need you to come down to San Antonio police department Maam.

Sandra: What for? Where are my parents? May I speak to them?

Detective: Well I'm afraid not Maam.

Sandra: Can you please tell me what's wrong sir

Detective: No Ma'am, All I can tell you you need to get to our station immediately. Asap.

Sandra: You're not giving me any information on the phone Can't you give me any information.

Detective: All I can tell you Maam is to make it here safely as you can.

Sandra: Let's go (grabbing the car keys.)

Sierra: Why what's wrong?

Sandra: I don't know Sierra but whatever it is it doesn't sound good We have to get to the hospital so expect the worst, and hope for the best.

Sierra: What do you mean? Is mommy and daddy alright? Please tell me they are. (Tears began streaming down her face.)

Sandra: Stop crying ‘cause I have to get us to the hospital okay? (hugging Sierra.)

Sierra: I'll try (still crying as they got into the car.)

Sandra: I'll turn on some Gospel music okay maybe that'll help.

Sierra: Hopefully everything is okay.

Sandra: Yeah Baby Sis. Hopefully. They listened carefully and quietly to the gospel songs during the ride.
entering the hospital.....
Sandra: I'm here for Mr. and Ms Jackson.

Information Clerk: And you are what relation to the individuals Ma'am?

Sandra: We are their children. They're our parents Ma'am.

Information Clerk: Please go down the hall left side first door room 101.

Sandra: Thank you. (Rushing down the hall with Sierra.)

Reaching the door knocking. A tall caucasion man opens the door.

Detective: Yes may I help you?

Sandra: Yes sir. I was told to come to this room by the information clerk.

Detective: And your name Ma]am?

Sandra: Sandra Jackson. This is my little sister Sierra.

Detective: I'm pleased to meet you. Please come in Ma'am and have a seat.

Sandra: I don't want to have a seat. I don't want to sit down!!! Tell me why are we here!!!

I'm standing. What's wrong? What do you have to tell me, and my little sister?

Detective: First I'd like to ask you if you are 18 or over.

Sandra: Yes sir.

Detective: Next I'd like to ask if there is anything that I could possibly say to you that you

wouldn't want your sister to hear....meaning..."

Sandra: What do you mean...no she can stay right here and you can tell me anything in front of her. I don't think it's too much she hasn't heard before anyway!!!.

Detective: Are you sure Ma'am.

Sandra: Yes Sir!!!

Detectives assistant walking in sitting down. Detective looking at his assistant then at the girls....

Detective: There is no easy way of telling you this Ma'am.

Sandra and Sierra beginning to whimper.....tears streaming down their face holding each other tightly Sierra with her arm around Sandra's waist clutching the side of her t-shirt and Sandra's arm around Sierra's small frame as they stood their waiting.........

Detective: Ma'am I'm so sorry. I'm sorry your parents were in a bad accident and they didn't make it Ma'am. Both your parents died in a car accident today. We haven't finished the investigation Ma'am.

Screaming and Crying.....

Sandra: Nooo!!! No!!! No!!! your lying I just ...We just saw them a little while ago they can't be!!!! Tell me that's not true!!!! You're lying it's not my parents. Let me see them!!!! Let me see them!!! Let me see them!!!

Detectives Assistant: (trying to comfort Sierra and Sandra) Ma'am...we got your phone number out of your fathers wallet for emergency...Okay (speaking softly)...Ma'am we're so sorry. We are so sorry hugging Sandra and Sierra.

Is there anyone we can call...so you can deal with this a little bit better?

Sandra: Deal with this!!! Deal with this? Who deserves this? What did we do wrong? What did they do wrong? What did they do? Nothing!!! Nothing!!!! Nothing!!! (tears streaming down her face.)

Sierra: I want my Mom and Dad to come back!!!! They gotta come back for my birthday!!!

crying with loud whimpers...sobbing.

Sandra: I'm so sorry Sierra...I don't think they're coming back!!! Screaming again. Ugh!!! ....

No!!! No!!!....(crying hardly)...

Detective Assistant Ma'am is there anyone we can call