I grabbed my coat, wallet, and car keys and tumbled out of the door.


I had money, didn't I? I checked my wallet.


Empty. Fantastic. But my dad had money....


I ran back inside, grabbed my dads wallet, containing over 200 pounds, and dashed out of the door and into my tiny car. As I backed out of the driveway, I realised that I wasn't going to get away with this. They would...


No! I didn't do this! ...So why am I running away?


I shook my head. There was no time for this. If the police came, they would definately assume it was me. I just needed to get out, and find out what's going on. I sped down the street (well, as fast as I could in this crappy car) and got out.

 get out of here

 get out



The End

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