Have you ever had a gut feeling something bad was going to happen? Never take that feeling lightly. I did, and lost my best friend for it.
It was a nice sunny Saturday morning. My friend Jerome called me talking about a party that was supposed to be the party of the year across town. My gut was telling me it was a bad idea, because across town were our rivals, Alcovy. A lot of animosity was built up from the game the other night. The game was so intense the basketball teams were even getting hostile towards one another. Once again that was my gut. My mind was telling me to go have fun. “What can possibly happen?” I told myself. “My boys are going to be there.”
As it got closer to the afternoon, more and more people began to tell me about this party. So my mind was made up that I was going. Problem was I didn’t want to tell my mom. She’s the type to go into a lecture about fighting, curfew, all the stuff mothers worry about. Honestly I wasn’t trying to sit through or hear all that, but I couldn’t lie to her so I told her.
Two hours later I’m getting off the couch trying to shake out the cob webs from my ears. Some of what she was saying was processing in my head, but my main focus was on how the girls were going to look at the party. So you know I had to bring out one of my best outfit.
As it came closer and closer to party time I began to think about what my gut was telling me earlier. “Don’t go” is what I kept hearing in my head. All I repeated to myself was that nothing was going to happen and I have nothing to worry about. My friend Jerome called me again and asked can he ride with me. Of course with him being my friend I said yes. I hopped in the shower, threw on my clothes, and was on my way to pick up Jerome. When I pulled up, his mother answered the door. When I walked through the door I saw Jerome on the couch. His mom was giving him the same lecture my mother gave me. When she was done we jumped in my beat up Ford Explorer.