The Rebellion

I saw it all with my own eyes. A gunshot was fired into the air, and it all changed. The policeman yelled in anger, and shot the runaway robber with a 44 magnum. The rest of us, dazed, and confused ran around in the insanity. About seventeen fires started, and killed half of the people in the area. Armies of rebellious criminals smashed through the walls of the prisons. The flocked into the streets with chains hanging from their wrists and ankles. They were moving at their own pace. They knew the police couldn’t do anything to stop the riot. They wanted freedom, and they got it. This was the start of the rebellion…