All-Star

"5...4...3...2...1" the crowd counted down as Robert took the last shot of the state basketball championship game. The shot left Robert's hands with one second left to go and making the basket to give his team the game.
"Oh my god Dave! Can you believe it? The Washington Redhawks have won their first state championship ever!" said the commentator. Everybody ran onto the floor surrounding the team and swooping Robert into the air on the shoulders of some others. "Redhawks, "Redhawks, Redhawks!" chanted the massive crown. A local media reporter wanted to talk to the team's coach about the great accomplishment they have achieved.
"How could you say that this was possible Coach Jackson?" asked the reporter. Coach Jackson had the biggest smile on his face and said "Two words.... Robert Harris." He shook the reporter's hand and hurried to the locker room where the rest of the team was waiting on him. In the locker room, a few of the players were talking about going to a party that night to celebrate the championship. "Aye Rob, you trying to slide to this party with us?" asked Will. Will and Rob been friends since their freshman year and would always do everything together. "Sure why not...where is it at? asked Rob. "Brickyard Gardens." replied Will. Rob knew that was a bad part of town and knew he doesn't have any business over there at night.
"Alright. Come get me in an hour." Rob went home and was congratulated by his parents. Rob live in Brickhouse farms, where most of the rich and healthy families lived. He showered and got dressed and a few minutes later Will have called saying he was outside. Rob walked up the green Chrysler and hopped in the backseat. Rob knew everybody in the car except the driver but apparently he knew Rob.
"What's up Rob, good ass game." said the unfamiliar driver. "Thanks man, what was your name again?" he asked. "Choppa." the driver replied.
They slowly pulled off and then headed off to the party. Robert did not know that this night was going to be the worst night of his life. Rob, Will, Choppa and their teammate Curtis are all in the green Chrysler. Choppa has the radio blasting so loud that they couldn't even hear themselves think. While they were driving, something kept hitting against Rob foot. He saw that it was an empty liquor bottle on the backseat floor. He assumed that they were all drinking because they seemed intoxicated and the driver's driving was kind of shaky.
"So what college you committed to Rob?" Choppa asked.
"Kansas...I'm going from a Redhawk to a Jayhawk." Rob said as he mimed an imaginary jump shot. While the group was talking among each other, Rob noticed a black bulky object that was on the side of the driver's seat. He looked closer to see what it was and saw that it was a handgun. Will saw him trying to figure out what it was and said to him," Want to hold it?" He looked at Will and said "Nah, I'm good on that." Will grabbed the gun and started to look at it and started pointing the gun, playing around with it. Then he tried to hand it to Rob but he kept refusing. Will made him take it and said "Man stop being a punk and grab the damn gun!" Rob took the gun and started to look at it. "There you go, now was it that hard?" said Will as he smiled at Rob. Rob started playing with the gun and pointing it trying to mimic the same thing that Will was doing. While he was playing around with the gun, he didn't know that the safety wasn't on and he had his finger on the trigger. He wasn't paying any attention to what he was doing and pulled the trigger. The gun went off inside the car and the driver made a hard, car complete stop.
"Rob! What the hell man...you shot Curtis!" Will and Choppa got out of the front seats and open the back car doors.
Rob had shot Curtis in the left side of his neck and blood was all on the backseat. Rob was holding Curtis's bloody body and was trying to save him from dying. Will started to pull on Rob telling him that they need to leave.
"Man Rob c'mon! We got to go now." Will said but Rob still refused to leave. Choppa helped Will pull Rob out of the backseat and the three of them started running opposite directions. The green Chrysler was abandoned with Curtis's dead body left in the backseat. Rob stopped running to catch his breath and saw that his polo was covered in blood from Curtis's body. Luckily he had an undershirt on and he took off the polo and threw it into a nearby bush. He started back running towards home and he started to hear sirens. A resident of the neighborhood that the boys were in, heard the gunshot and made a dispatch call saying she heard a gunshot. A squad car what sent out to the neighborhood to see what was all of the commotion was about. The officer in the car saw the abandoned Chrysler with all four doors open. He parked behind the car, pulled out his flashlight and went to search in the car. Soon as he looked in, he spotted the dead body and immediately called for backup and an EMT. Rob ran home as fast as he could and ran into the house, locking the door behind him. He tried to hurry up to his room but his father stopped it. "You okay son? You're back from your celebration already?" said his father.
Robert was breathing hard and tried to catch his breath to talk back to his father.
"Huh what...? Aw yea I'm back the party had got shut down by the police and we turned back around." Rob said as he lied to his father. "Aw well sorry to hear that. Well goodnight son I'm proud of you and I love you." his father said to him. Rob told his dad he loved him and goodnight and continued his way up the stairs. He took off his clothes, took a long hot shower and got ready for bed. While heading to bed, Rob received a text message and it was from Will. "We need to talk!" read the text message. Rob picked up his phone and replied "About what?" It was about five minutes before Will texted again and said "About how we are going to save your ass from going to jail and losing your scholarship"