• "Let's get outta here!" John shouted The loud music was getting luder and louder. The little boy was so scared. Something was coming after him. He could not picture what was coming. Whatever was coming, Jessie had to stand up. He was laying on the sidewalk. He didn't know why he was. "Why am I here?" he thought in his head. The picture that Jessie couldn't quite see was coming closer and closer. "Johnny what is that!" He asked his best friend who was with him in a scared and loud tone. "I DON'T KNOW JESSIE, JUST RUN!" Johnny said who was in the 6th grade with Jessie.
    Jessie was getting out of breath. John was looking back. It was a bunch of bikers. Jessie was just standing there to catch his breath. John saw them coming. John saw that Jessie wasn't running. The picture that they were seeing were coming closer and closer. The loud music was getting louder and louder. So Johnny went over to Jessie and he told Jessie, "you need to get out of the way. It's the bkers you need to move out of the way!" John yelled in Jessies face. Jessie could feel the spit in his face. "Yuck, you spit on me." Jessie noticed Johns reaction to that.
    Just because of what Jessie had said to John he pushed him out of the way. It was accidently that he pushed him into the street. The car that was coming slammed on his breaks. The bikers moved ahead. None of them stopped.
    Jessie lies in the street, berely moving and barely breathing. As the bikers bared down the street towers Jessies limb body, John had a choice to make. A mere seconds before the bikers pulzerized Jessie. John Rushed into the strret and in the blink of an eye, John was holding Jessie's head safetly on the other side of the street.
    He didn't even think about what the effects of what could have happedned if it did not turn out the way it did. "You could have died." The old lady on the street said who walked right passed them then turned around to see if they were okay. "I know but I had to save him, he was my best friend."