I don’t want to live in my mother’s basement
I woke up in my mom’s smelly old scrapbook room. I also call it my bedroom. I live with my mom because I am poor as people on the street. Luckily she lets me stay in her basement. I put on my stinky old clothes and walk upstairs to grab a cup of coffee and then I walk in the nice neighborhood. I hear dogs barking, if I steal the pets then I can sell them for money, and get out of my mom’s basement. Hmmm there is a problem. I see a gate. I start to look around and I see that the neighbor on the left does not have a gate. I tiptoe on the grass, past the driveway and around the playground. I see a ladder, I climb up it and into the open window. I am in luck. I see five dogs, one horse, one hamster, and one parrot. I grab five dogs and throw them out the window, then I throw out the horse, next the hamster cage and finally throw down the parrot. I raced down the ladder as fast as I can. I called my friend and told him to come as fast as he could to 460 Giannis Street to help me get away. When Bob got there I hopped into his sports car and we drove away. We sped as fast as the sports car could go on the freeway and were off to chicago. All of sudden I heard a siren and saw flashing lights. I said to Bob, “Keep going! Don’t Stop!” Then I felt a pop and the car stopped, I knew we were in trouble. Officer Shneffer Pepper said, “get out of the vehicle with your hands behind your back.” Bob and I put our hands behind our back, and were escorted to the back of Officer Shneffer Pepper’s car and were off to jail. I guess I am stuck living in my mom’s basement forever, I thought to myself.