Memoir 3: Old Age
February 14, 1800 an important man died that night. He wasn’t just my
father he was my best friend. He told me everything that I needed to know. His
name was Mark Marco. Ben Cole took his life just because my father took his
parking spot.
I swore that I was going to take that man’s life just like he took my fathers. I
found out that he lived in Trenton, New Jersey. The authority knew this but
decided not to do anything. Every week I went on my horse to his house and to
stare at debated if I should burn while I have the chance. I went to visit my step
mom because she was so depressed.
“Don’t worry ma I’m going to get him one of these days” I told her. She was
crying like usual it seemed like she made crying something that she had to do
every day. My sisters were there and we were out in the porch. (Mary S. Stanton
and Susan S. Stanton)
“Don’t do something that you might regret Polo” Susan said.
“We wouldn’t want to lose you too” Mary told me. I didn’t pay them no
mind at all I had to do what I had to do. I went back to my house and the anger
inside me started to burst out. I went into my house and put on my blackest
clothes and a black cowboy hat. I went into my secret case that I kept in my
closet. It was about three feet long and it contained my musket. I still had it since
the battle of Trenton. Soon I was riding to New York on my brown horse.
Finally I got to the old cottage that Ben Cole lived in. I took out my musket
and this time it felt heavier then usual. It felt like this was going to be my last
breathe. As I headed into the house I held the musket o my eye and I busted into
the cottage. There was three guys in the living room.
Bam!
I took cover and reloaded my gun. The men were trying to find their
muskets. I came out again and shot another guy. I did the same thing again. I took
cover and reloaded my gun. When I came out this time the other guy was
nowhere to be found. The kitchen was on my right. I went right into the kitchen
and the man kicked my gun out of my hand. He desperately took a knife and tried
to stab me. I quickly dodged him and kicked him in his face. He let go off the knife
and tried to get it but I snatched it before he got their. He begged for mercy so
instead of killing him I hit him with the hilt of my knife.
I grabbed my musket and went upstairs. My heart was beating just like it
did when I first had a death threatening situation. My hands started to sweat and
it felt like if I squeezed the gun it would slip out of my hand. There was a room to
my left and it had nobody in it. There was another room to my right and I had the
same results. There was one last room left and this had to be it.
Bam! A bullet came through the wall and hit my right leg I screamed in
agony. Ben came out of the door. I tried to reach for my gun but it was too far. I
had nowhere to go and no gun. Ben took his time reloading his gun.
“Well look who it is” he said with a smirk on his face, “you look just like
your father when I put my musket to his face and shot him”. Tears started to go
down my cheek. I realized that I wasn’t going to be alive for my sons birthday next
week and I wasn’t going to be with my beautiful wife anymore.
“You didn’t learn from your father?” he asked me. I spit right in his face. He
cocked his gun and put the musket right on my face.
Bam!
It felt like the battle of Treton when the British soldier almost killed me. I
thought I was dead. I opened my eyes and expected to see heaven but I saw the
killer on the floor and then I saw Jerry and smoke was coming out of his gun.
“Mary told me that you were going to do something like this and told me to
follow you” he explained. God bless my sisters soul cause for a second I thought I
was a dead man. Jerry took me to the hospital and soon I was out living my life.
father he was my best friend. He told me everything that I needed to know. His
name was Mark Marco. Ben Cole took his life just because my father took his
parking spot.
I swore that I was going to take that man’s life just like he took my fathers. I
found out that he lived in Trenton, New Jersey. The authority knew this but
decided not to do anything. Every week I went on my horse to his house and to
stare at debated if I should burn while I have the chance. I went to visit my step
mom because she was so depressed.
“Don’t worry ma I’m going to get him one of these days” I told her. She was
crying like usual it seemed like she made crying something that she had to do
every day. My sisters were there and we were out in the porch. (Mary S. Stanton
and Susan S. Stanton)
“Don’t do something that you might regret Polo” Susan said.
“We wouldn’t want to lose you too” Mary told me. I didn’t pay them no
mind at all I had to do what I had to do. I went back to my house and the anger
inside me started to burst out. I went into my house and put on my blackest
clothes and a black cowboy hat. I went into my secret case that I kept in my
closet. It was about three feet long and it contained my musket. I still had it since
the battle of Trenton. Soon I was riding to New York on my brown horse.
Finally I got to the old cottage that Ben Cole lived in. I took out my musket
and this time it felt heavier then usual. It felt like this was going to be my last
breathe. As I headed into the house I held the musket o my eye and I busted into
the cottage. There was three guys in the living room.
Bam!
I took cover and reloaded my gun. The men were trying to find their
muskets. I came out again and shot another guy. I did the same thing again. I took
cover and reloaded my gun. When I came out this time the other guy was
nowhere to be found. The kitchen was on my right. I went right into the kitchen
and the man kicked my gun out of my hand. He desperately took a knife and tried
to stab me. I quickly dodged him and kicked him in his face. He let go off the knife
and tried to get it but I snatched it before he got their. He begged for mercy so
instead of killing him I hit him with the hilt of my knife.
I grabbed my musket and went upstairs. My heart was beating just like it
did when I first had a death threatening situation. My hands started to sweat and
it felt like if I squeezed the gun it would slip out of my hand. There was a room to
my left and it had nobody in it. There was another room to my right and I had the
same results. There was one last room left and this had to be it.
Bam! A bullet came through the wall and hit my right leg I screamed in
agony. Ben came out of the door. I tried to reach for my gun but it was too far. I
had nowhere to go and no gun. Ben took his time reloading his gun.
“Well look who it is” he said with a smirk on his face, “you look just like
your father when I put my musket to his face and shot him”. Tears started to go
down my cheek. I realized that I wasn’t going to be alive for my sons birthday next
week and I wasn’t going to be with my beautiful wife anymore.
“You didn’t learn from your father?” he asked me. I spit right in his face. He
cocked his gun and put the musket right on my face.
Bam!
It felt like the battle of Treton when the British soldier almost killed me. I
thought I was dead. I opened my eyes and expected to see heaven but I saw the
killer on the floor and then I saw Jerry and smoke was coming out of his gun.
“Mary told me that you were going to do something like this and told me to
follow you” he explained. God bless my sisters soul cause for a second I thought I
was a dead man. Jerry took me to the hospital and soon I was out living my life.