I was driving to work this morning, listening to music and not paying attention to anything. As I was stopping for a bus, I noticed a girl in the back started screaming and flipping out. She was pointing out the window, and I followed her stare. Out in an unfenced yard were 3 guys. Two of them standing, one of them was on the ground bloody. The taller of the two men had a baseball bat and was about ready to smash it into his head again, when they realized a whole bus load of kids and some cars were looking at them. The other man, who hadn't been doing anything, took a pistol out of his pocket and shot the guy in the head. At this point I think everyone was in shock and glued to the morbid scene. The two men got into a car and sped off. When I got to work I was pretty shaken. I called my mom and I told her what I had just seen. Then my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo homes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.