We hear the sounds of multiple gunshots, along with the screams of people screaming for their lives, and the sounds of car tires pulling out and police and ambulance sirens.
FADE UP ON
EXT. KETTERING HIGH SCHOOL THE SCHOOL YARD – AFTERNOON
Students are fleeing from the scene screaming. There are some students on the ground moaning in pain, because they were wounded from the gunshots. Medics are tending to the wounded students, and police officers are gathering people up to try and find out what just took place.
There’s a very beautiful student with smooth brown skin, long black hair, melted chocolate eyes and a body that any woman would kill for because she’s top heavy with a slim waist flat stomach and some hips that stick out with the ass to match it. She’s on her knees bawling out of control dressed in a fitted white shirt and some jeans. Her name is Crystal.
The students that are surrounding her are trying to comfort her as she keeps trying to stand to her feet, but she keeps falling down because she can’t bare to even begin to grasp what just took place.
The screams continue on, and there are students that are still fleeing from the scene.
There’s reddish brown skin tone male with long sandy brown dreadlocks, a beauty mole on the left side of his face and his eyes are light brown, but they tend to change colors. All that you can see is his face, because he’s lying flat on his back.
His face shows a look of pleasure and pain, as a tear rolls from his left eye down his face. The screams carry on, as he slowly starts to close his eyes. His name is Chris.
FADE TO BLACK
There’s a black screen for a moment.
Where I’m from. You can either go to school…graduate and hope that you become something in life. Or, you can be out here banging.
FADE UP ON
EXT. DETROIT, MICHIGAN FRONT VIEW OF THE CITY – MORNING
The skies are clear as birds fly over the waters that surround the city. The sun reflects off the buildings, as various parts of the city are starting to be seen. There are some good and bad areas in Detroit, Michigan. Some of the houses and buildings are burned down with different kinds of gang graffiti on them.
There are shoes hanging from telephone wires, teddy bears and flowers in certain areas where people have died at. Homeless people are walking along the streets harassing people or looking in the garbage for food, or their picking up cigarette butts from off the ground.
Thugs are standing on the corners drinking and smoking looking for people that they can rob or beat up.
Crack heads are sitting on the steps of abandon houses getting high. Prostitutes are walking up to cars either getting in the cars or taking the clients out walking them behind houses so that they can give them blow jobs.
Some of the various landmarks are shown such as (The Joe Louis fist, the big ring etc)
Now a days, every color in the rainbow represents something. And true there are some colors that are completely different sets in themselves, and the other colors are their allies. You have black, which represents the Folks. Burgundy, which represents the Piru’s. Purple which represents the Loc’s. And so forth and so on. But the main colors are blue which represents the Crips, and red which represents the Bloods. Me personally…I didn’t get involved with none of that shit. My main goal was to finish these last few weeks of school, and at the same time keep a close eye on my sister.
Day starts to turn to night, and sounds of gunfire, the train and various loud arguments can be heard ringing throughout the city. The bright lights from the casinos come on, and the headlights from cars that are filling the streets can be seen.
People are getting mugged and beat up on the streets. People are tagging the walls with gang graffiti, people are on their porches drinking and smoking.
We come to a stop on an empty dark street. There’s complete silence and then there’s some loud rap music that can be heard playing in the distance. (East side rip rida) A pair of headlights slowly starts to come into the scene where the music is coming from.
The car comes up and it’s an old school royal blue Monte Carlo.
The car continues to drive down the street. The windows on the car are tinted black, the tires are twenty four inches with chrome spokes, and on the trunk of the car is a big mural of Detroit, and underneath it in calligraphy letters it says (Rip rida).