Assaulted on the Walk Home

It's my senior year, and I'm on my way from school. Uh, we always had to

walk. We never rode a bus back and forth from school. So,

we walk a path every day to and from school. It's not far from our home.

And I'm walking this particular day, and I sense that... I could hear steps

behind me. So, I turn around and I have my books all in my hands

and, um, I turn around and I see these two men,

young men that went to school with us and one of them, in particular, he was a great friend

of my brother and he used to come to our house with my brother and my brother and him