I woke up to the sounds of gunshots. I quickly arose and peered out of my bedroom window at Gatsby's house. Realizing the shots were coming from the Gatsby mansion I put on my pants and ran to the mansion turned into shooting gallery. The rain made the asphalt slick and I fell after making too hard of a turn. I got back up and sprinted toward the front door with shots still being fired. I
kicked in the front door and looked around, but the darkness of the night made it hard to see. Then, to my right I saw a muzzle flash, a bullet whizzed just above my head.
