After that all that the day wasn’t over yet and even with the money in our pockets we still felt that desire deep down to steal. So during our trip inside Hastings I crammed to pair of sunglasses into my pants. And that dumbass Alex stole trading cards. I walked calmly out the hardback café entrance and everyone else out the main doors and we drove off with 50 bucks in sunglasses and Alex paid zero for his set of 100 cards. After filling our need for some trendy glasses it was that time, time for a cigarette. Afterwards Mike and I bought two Mocha Frappuccino’s with two extra shots of espresso, whip, and drizzle. And a small one for Alex, Sarah didn’t get anything because she just doesn’t like coffee. When the coffee was gone it was time to drop Sarah and Alex off at the gas station across from the school, and for Mike and I to go to work. Our story picks back up on Sunday, after work Mike and I headed across the street to the Parking Lot ramp that we had nailed only two days before. Testing our luck one more time we started down the ramp, after a bump my hand pulled hard on the back door of the Truck and it opened. For me all hope was gone but was the ramped ended the hope slowly returned only to be ripped away by the combination of speed wobbles and Mike pressing down on the gas. I was on the ground Mike slammed the brakes and my board flew under a mustang. Now today there lay four scars on my body, one on my shoulder, two on my ass, and one very small almost line like one on my leg. That mustang that my board flew under is now somewhat disconnected from its bumper. Mike gave me a ride to my house. My Mom was inside, her stomach acting up again. Finally after hours of pleading with her we left for the hospital at 1:00 a.m. Monday Morning. Another hour in the hospital and My Mom was admitted, and only 4 hours of off and on again sleep it was time for a shower, then off to school. For me after all of this there was nothing left and I was never turning back.
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