mayra situations.

1) happy

Jonathan told me that I had to make money.

He gave me a bag of white powder, and he shoved me out of the front door. It was a stormy day, and I had no coat.

What I did have was a small plastic tricycle with my teddybear lodged in the small basket.

I didn't know what to do. I had to sell the powder, which I knew was an illegal substance.

Maybe I could show the Sheriff down the road.

Maybe he would believe me if I said it belonged to my father.

But, in this case, maybe was too big of a risk.

I decided I would pedal to the alley behind the record store where the ne'er do wells smoked and drank their drinks.

The thunder roared, and a drop of rain touched my cheek.