Seeing the police cars arriving, hearing ambulances honk their way through the busy streets, feeling the anxiousness, tasting the tears as they roll down my face, and smelling the pollution in the air, I realized I’m involved in a crime scene. When I was in 3rd grade, I lived in Brooklyn and went to school in Manhattan. I would take the subway everyday with my dad and brother. One day after school, my dad was holding mine and my brother’s hand while waiting for the R train to come. It was just like any other day; Q train first then the R. We were all calmly standing on the platform just when I felt my dad flinging my hand off. I heard my dad yelling, “Stop him!” Just when the train arrived, I turned around and saw the perpetrator. He was tall and dark skinned wearing baggy jeans and a black t-shirt running up the stairs behind us. My dad was already chasing after him. I was still clueless as to what he took. At the stairs, I saw my brother crouched down on the third step. His hands were placed around his ribs and he looked like he was in pain, as if he had been pushed down or something. Everything was happening too fast.
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He was pointing. I didn’t know what he was pointing to until I looked down. It was my dad’s golden necklace, one he had for almost a decade. It was on the same step my brother was crouched down on. I went to pick it up. As this was happening, my dad was coming back down the stairs. Coincidentally, another train had just arrived. We all went on the train and started to head home. As we sat on the train, my dad was giving quick body checks to my brother and me to see if we were injured. I was fine, but my brother’s left rib was bruised. When we got home, he called the police to report a robbery and requested an ambulance. I was in the house looking out the window when they arrived. I saw my dad and brother go in the ambulance and I was home with my grandma, waiting for them to come
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He was pointing. I didn’t know what he was pointing to until I looked down. It was my dad’s golden necklace, one he had for almost a decade. It was on the same step my brother was crouched down on. I went to pick it up. As this was happening, my dad was coming back down the stairs. Coincidentally, another train had just arrived. We all went on the train and started to head home. As we sat on the train, my dad was giving quick body checks to my brother and me to see if we were injured. I was fine, but my brother’s left rib was bruised. When we got home, he called the police to report a robbery and requested an ambulance. I was in the house looking out the window when they arrived. I saw my dad and brother go in the ambulance and I was home with my grandma, waiting for them to come