This summer is definitely going to be the worst summer ever. My mother forced me to get a job, so I am working for the local thrift store. Even the name of the store bores me: Plainview Thrift Store. Every single day I do the same exact thing. I empty boxes, and hang up old clothes that people donated. Nothing eventful ever happens, and I have nobody to talk to. If it were up to me, I’d much rather be spending my summer chillin’ at the beach with my friends. How am I supposed to get a tan working in here? Today starts out like every other summer day. I wake up at the ungodly hour of 6 A.M. and begin preparing to leave for work. At 8 A.M., I leave my house and begin my daily walk to the Plainview Thrift Store, since the store is in proximity …show more content…
Surely, I cannot keep it. Do I call the police, or should I just tell Mr.T? After debating over what to do, I finally decide to tell Mr. T. He is a good man, and knows what’s right. For sure, he’ll know what to do. I emerge from the bathroom and call over Mr. T. When he arrives, I see in his face that he is agitated. “What is it darling? Please make it quick, I just got the craziest phone call.” How was I supposed to say this quickly? We’re talking about $11,900, not some silly phone call. When I take the stack out of my pocket, before I even speak, Mr. T blurts out, “Where did you get that? You better tell the truth because I know I didn’t pay you that much money. No whimsical stories.” Hoping he would believe me, I respond, “Sir, I found it in the pocket of one of the coats. I swear, that’s exactly what happened. It’s $11,900, I counted.” “Madison, I trust you, and you better not make me regret that. So, if you are telling the truth..” “I swear sir, I am.” “Okay, then we have a problem. I just received a phone call from an anonymous man saying that we stole $11,900 from him, and he is going to call the police if we don’t return it by 11:00 tonight. It looks like we’ve been set
“I’ll just tell you about this madman stuff that happened to me last Christmas just before I got pretty rundown and had to come here and take it easy.”
“You imbeciles! Why would you ever try to rob a house like that! More money, means more security. And I don’t need to lose any more or you to your own stupidity. You understand that because of that incident I’m coming with you to this raid
“ Umm we kinda forgot to bring a dollar to get in.” I answered back
It’s Dion Jackson, the drug kingpin of New York. They slowly walks down 3 blocks to a trash can and hands him the backpack with the drugs and the gun put has the money rolled up in his pocket. He takes a walk down the alley to the other side talking about what happened. Dion shakes James hand while slipping a small piece of paper in his hand. It had an address of “1368 W Chester Ave”. He decided to go the next afternoon while he has the day off. When he got home, he just walked off in his room, ignoring the noise all around the room. He duct taped the wad of cash in the air vent and slowly closed it trying not to make a noise. In the morning he put on his pants and just walked out of the door without taking a shower, eating breakfast, or even changing the shirt he wore yesterday. He went to a nearby diner and ordered some breakfast. After he finished eating, he waited for a good 30 minutes and looked again at the small piece of paper. He crumpled the paper and put it back in the back pocket in his pants. He walks outside and someone just pushed him off the sidewalk put before bracing for the hard fall, he fell into someone's hands and drove
I close the door behind him and look down at what he had written on the receipt. OH. MY. GOD. I squeal.
“Why did it take you so long to get all of your things and get to the car?” And i had never done this before but i had to lie
I grew(verb) up in a community called Tradesville(noun) located in Lancaster South Carolina. When ever your in Tadesville you know you are home once have you seen the green(adjective)grass near the tabernacle church and(conjunction) the old 1920's looking house near the church. One thing I(pronoun) remember growing up in Tradesville was in the spring time you could smell the freshly(adverb) cut pasture next to my house and the pallin blowing around in the spring air. When I was a little boy during the summer or early spring I would often play under the shade tree in the back yard. I remember it like it was yesterday. My favorite place to play was also in the front yard digging with my dad's shovel and smelling the
“I haggled! For, like, a solid 10 minutes. The guy would not quit. I knew he wanted to sell it but he thought I was just a kid and he could cheat me out of the money, that to be honest I didn’t actually have,” she admitted sheepishly. “But I still argued and we managed to get it down to $15. I wouldn’t go higher and he wouldn’t go lower so we settled and I got this sweet-ass hat. So all’s well that ends well,” she said with a big smile.
"I can't afford it, Ponyboy. His bail is too high and he told me not too. Plus, it's his own fault. He should have kept his anger under control instead of flipping out on some Soc in a conscience store."
"I'm a little bit in trouble, Blerina. I was supposed to be finding things to fix my boat when I stumbled into the auction. Well, not my boat, but my family's. In any case, I was trying to find my way here…" He showed her the navigation map on his phone, pointing to the destination. "The trouble is those guys took all my cash. I still have some credit cards but I already got the maximum cash out on all the cards. Not that you should feel guilty; I don't want that. I mean, I would do that again in a second. So, are you OK? Do you have family that's missing you? How did you get involved with those guys?"
If I had to stay in a store for a week it would be the Family Doler. I reilly don't know why, but thers just somethen about it. The Family doler store haves so much stuf in it I just like to by it all. If I stay there for a week it would be the Family Doler because theres food in there and if I get bored theres so much to plae with. The there resins I chows the Faily Doler is because they have food, drecs, and all kinds of stof to kep me bese. The Family Doler is a grat stor. I go there ever day. There produt are chep. The only thag is the Family Doler chowses the 9:00 pm. It would be grat if the would stay opin till like 12:30 pm or something. I go there a lot with my dad and mom. I thank I can servie for a week in the Family Doler if I was
When I was four years old, I wasn’t paying attention to my parents and as they were walking into a store, they left me behind. I remember really wanting a Barbie bicycle and I had been distracted. I was then left alone inside of Rockingham Mall and since I was only four, I didn’t know what to do. At first, I started panicking and looking around the mall. I remember seeing a lot of people walking by and it was a really busy day. So then I started to cry and I walked around the mall all by myself. I was on the second floor at that time so I went down the stairs, which I tripped on. I had hit my hand badly and it was bleeding. That’s when I started to cry. I then walked around the mall crying until I reached one of the exits.
I woke up one morning to a bright, sunny day! It was 8 o’clock on a Sunday and I’ve never felt more energized. I could finally get stuff done! I had a list that’s long enough to start at my house and end in downtown LA, but that didn’t discourage me one bit. I jumped up and brushed my teeth and had a quick breakfast.
I responded with, “ I must investigate further if i don’t what will become of Rogue and who knows there may be a reward for the capture this
It was an average weeknight, my brothers and I goofing around, my mom sewing, and my dad was out getting groceries. All of a sudden my dog Rascal started spazzing on the ground and breathing really heavy. It was very confusing at first because he was fine and then he wasn’t. We put a blanket under him and relaxed with him. When my dad came home he said stuff in my private with my mom and they came back in and said it was time for bed. So we all went to bed hoping he was going to be okay.