Last night I was attempting to do some homework at around midnight. It had been an easy Sunday; all I had done was sleep, eat, and go to the gym. My room mate had gone to a concert in North Carolina and wouldn't be back till the next morning.

Then my suitemate got a call from her. She and her friend and been mugged at gunpoint. They had shot the gun at her friend, but she hadn't been hit and she was ok. They had taken her car keys, and she needed her spare keys to get home. Immediately we all piled into the car and started driving to NC.

It took a little longer than an hour. We arrived in what I would classify as the ghetto. My room mate and a few of her friends were sitting on the steps of the venue, shaking and crying. They told us what had happened. They had been walking to her car when another car started following them and stopped. A man got out and asked for their purse. He tugged on the friend's purse first, and she tugged back. Then he took the gun out and shot it. She relinquished it, and my room mate then threw her own purse at the man and he left. We drove home and got back to South Carolina at around 4:30 AM. I didn't go to my first class. I can't believe that this could actually happen. That they could have been shot. When I was feeling bad my room mate was there to comfort me, and now I am going to be there for her. I hope she's ok and I hope this never happens again.