The Robbery By: Author’s Name
We were walking back towards the car after an exciting day at Playland Park. Most amusement parks in Ecuador were old and most of the thrills you got were from the fear of death that arose when riding the extremely old attractions. After leaving the park with substantial amount of “close calls”, we packed into my Cousin Elias’s sedan. There were 10 of us and only 1 car so as we crammed in, we began debating on where to grab a quick bite. Among all the options offered, tacos became the primary candidate to satisfy our empty stomachs. I became filled with anticipation for the meal we were going to have. Elias drove as quickly as possible, arriving at the destination in only 7 minutes. As we got there, we saw the normal crowd of people clustered in front of the small hole in the wall that was Tacos Mexicanos. As we drove closer to the location, dread filled each and every one of us as we realized they were closed. We stopped the car and once again
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and eventually, I joined in. Two lonely people met by chance that day as one another’s saviors. Sydney. Two years had gone by since we met. We shared almost everything, even similar appearances, thought she was slimmer, had less freckles, and blonder hair (mine was tainted red). On our hands and knees, we arched our backs, mocking furious cats, and lunged forward, smacking together at a randomized mid point in the air before landing with matching grunts. Then we were back at it, hissing and pulling hair. “Oakstar!” How could you betray me like this!?.” She gasped in mock emotional pain. I released a dark chuckle, doing the best impersonation of a guy I could. “I’ve never liked you, Hollystar. It was only a matter of time.” With that, I proceeded to dig my imaginary claws into her neck. “Bella! You can’t just do that, I was planning on getting sick and dying! You can’t just kill her off!” I rolled my eyes as she broke character. “She’s the clan leader, remember? She has nine lives, just say that was her second to last one” I shrugged, sitting back on my knees and brushing wild strands of hair from my
