Heist

chapter 4

Guys thank you for checking out my book it means the moon and the stars to me.

Thank you love you.

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Walking home slightly still in a daze, I was lost in thought wondering when I had gotten so much luck in my life.

I'd always thought I was as lucky as a wet sock.....

Not really lucky if you ask me.....

I'm just so happy I can now settle my debt on rent and hope Marcus lays off of me a little, I didn't need his ugly ass all up in my grill.

Sighing, I turned down the corner to my street and almost kissed the ground when I tripped. I sheepishly look around trying to see if anyone noticed that little incident and do a little woggle when I notice noone is paying attention but I am left wondering how on freaking earth I managed to trip on air.

Sometimes I amaze myself you know.

A sports car rushes down the road almost as if its trying to take off for flight. The carelessness on the road these days makes me appreciate not being able to afford a car....

Ohhh who am I kidding, I really want one but cars these days you'd think I'm buying a damn house....

I squint my eyes a little bit trying to get a better look at the racing car. It seems really expensive, no like seriously, rich people expensive.

Its more like a Lamborghini or Bugatti... Well I don't really know cars so let's just stick with its an expensive sports car.

I do like the slick black colour though, really draws attention to it.

Like hey, I'm an expensive car and you can't afford me but I can be a sight for sore eyes.

I reach my apartment complex and notice Bob isn't there so I just walk in and start for the stairs.

I reach my door and place the key in the keyhole, turning them, I'm met by Choco, immediately attacking my foot and reminding me that I had yet to feed that little sucker.

I go into the kitchen and place his bowl for him and he immediately pigs out.

I decide that its been a pretty long day and just grab a sandwich and head for my bedroom.

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The following morning I rushto get to my classes seeing as I am 15 minutes late.

I can't help but hate my alarm clock, it never goes off.

Yeah maybe because I won't admit that I might have thrown it against the wall one time in rage.

Well it wasn't my fault.

It actually is smartass....... it is technically supposed to do that  a stupid voice said in my head.

I am not stupid  it retorted.

Great, now I'm crazy too.