The Drano Kids

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08/06/2003

300 east 112th Street new york ny

Neighborhood: East Harlem

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It was a nice Saturday morning, sun shining bright and all. I woke up to get ready to go to my grandmother’s house to go shopping for her. It was about 11:00 a.m. as I got ready to go. I put on my sweatpants, my slippers, a wife beater, and a hoody. I did not have to travel far because my grandma lives right in the next building. As I walked to the next building I see my friends but I did not stop to say hello because I had to go somewhere; I said hi from across the street.

When I got to her house I started to write a list of what she wanted from the supermarket. I took a drink with me because I knew that I would be thirsty. As I got ready to leave I looked at the clock and it said 12:15 p.m. I got the shopping cart and left. As I stepped outside the sun was shining bright in my face. While I was walking across the street I see these little kids running across the street into the supermarket. I could not make out the faces; all I seen was five kids. As I waited for the light to change, I listened to the music from the record store. Jay-Z just went off as the light changed; Excuse me what’s your name ohhhho.

When I got to the supermarket I went to go put my shopping cart away to the side, and I looked in the booth and saw this little boy crying. He was crying like he just got a beaten. I knew the little boy but I did not ask what was wrong. I was just worried because my cousin hangs out with the boy.
“I’m calling police,” the guy said with his Spanish accent. I stopped and said I hope my little cousin is not with them. I ran out the supermarket to check. I tried to hurry because the man from the supermarket was going out too and he was very angry and his face was as red as an apple. That’s just how heated he was.»

As I walked out the supermarket the sun was directly in my face. I seen the kids and I told them to go back to the block because that man is calling the police. Thank the lord my cousin was not with them. I looked out for them because they are from my hood. They dropped the Drano and ran as fast as they could they were gone with the wind. The man picked the Drano up from the ground and went back into the store. I walked back in the store hoping the man did not see me telling the little boys to run. The man told the other little boy that was in the store that he could leave and that he should never return again. After he left I felt relieved that my cousin was not with them and that they let the little boy go without any problem. I continued shopping and went about my business as if nothing had happened.

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