“I told my brother not everyone found his stupid pranks funny. He didn’t listen; he never does. He didn’t mean for things to go too far I know he didn’t. I know the type of person he is. I know my brother!” Justified Jenna.

“Miss Morris, we don’t mean disrespect. We’re just asking that you tell us what you know.” explained the officer.

With rivers streaming down her dull olive-toned face passed her freckles and almond shaped eyes she cried with heaviness in her voice, “he’s just a kid”.

Miss Morris loved Cohen as much as any mother would in fact, she loved him more than life it’s self. Jena was just a thirteen year old when her little brother had become her full responsibility. She carried herself gracefully with such tallness and a stern look in her eyes although intimidating, loving to say the least.

On that dreary and horrible day, Miss Morris knew she would burry her brother in three days time for he was nothing but dead meat on a busy bustling road waiting for something to kill.