Best of Friends Worst of Problems

Best of Friends Worst of Problems

No one wants trouble. Neither did Tony. Tony was one of my best buddies from since we were in second grade. We had our ups and downs before but now we know how to keep it real. Although he didn't want any trouble, his foolish words on that warm summer day of '03 lead him to a tragic catastrophe that would leave him breathless. Literally...

It was a fun basketball game. We were running full-court, 5 on 5, and I was opposing Tony. It was usually like that, Tony and I were usually captains because we're the best. Our dreams were to make it to the NBA at the same time. He told me he wouldn't retire until I did. I would tell him I wasn't going to retire and we would both grin at the joke. So, during the game, this joker who people refer to as Bob, started walking across halfcourt. Tony didn't mean to but he bumped into Bob and agressively told him to move out of the way.

Why dont you?' Bob rebuttaled, 'Nobody tells me what to do!' Then he suddenly shoved Tony really hard and Tony stumbled back into the ground.

'Whats your problem? yelled Tony.

You are! Bob said as he started to charge at Tony like a rampaging bull, but before he could take his third step, the others jumped in and held the boys back. Bob and his group of friends walked away and I saw one of his pals hand him a shiny object. I couldn't see it clearly, but I saw the sun glimmer off it so it had to be metallic.

Tony, I said, I think we better leave before they come back.

As I got my things and got ready to go home, I looked up at Bob, who was still in sight and I saw him give a cold, menacing stare at Tony. I walked home with Tony since we lived only a block or two away and he had nowhere else to go.

The next two days went by peacefully without any word about Bob stirring up anymore trouble. On the third day, however, something was going to happen that nobody was expecting to. Not Tony, not me, not anyone...not even the conspirators themselves.

Tony...

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