Being
a thief, it's just a sin, right? Yes and no. There's a lot more to
it, and the consequences... They're horrible. My name is Bob, I'm
from the Chop Shop. I'm 16 years old and a high school dropout. My
path of life choice was wrong. I should never have thrown away my
life, of course I already knew that, but I did it anyway.
My
“job” today was to “borrow” a car. Not any car, but an
amazing car. Actually, it was a Bugatti Veyron with a black and
orange paint job. It even had a custom modified engine! Everything
actually went surprisingly well. I only had to hit the lock of the
car and mess with the wires. I was driving the car back to the shop.
Everything was pretty much too good to be true, and indeed it was.
While I was waiting for the green light at the intersection my mom
drove up beside me. At the second I saw her, I dropped it. I
instantly lowered myself deeper into the seat. Then I remembered that
the car had blackened windows. So no worries... We both had to drive
down 2nd street. It was a right turn. The
result was doomed by the gods. We both turned right and hit each
other. My mom was huffy. She rushed out of her car and hit the
windows on my “borrowed” car. I couldn't show myself. I decided
to hit the speeder in an attempt to escape. That's where everything
changed...
I
hit her. I really just hit her. She was laying on the ground.
Lifeless. Horrified, I called the police and told them that a woman
had been hit by the car. I drove away. I didn't want to be around the
crime scene when the police arrived. I drove to the shop and did my
job. A few tears fell, even though I hated her by my whole heart.
I
was disassembling the car. I had to be done with the car at 9PM and
ready to ship it. It was 8:30 PM and I expected that it was the
carrier. I opened the door, and what I saw was not what I expected.
It was the police. The first thing I did was to ask them what they
were doing. They asked to see my phone. They looked at each other and
nodded. “This is the guy.” “We've tracked your phone. You've
reported a hit and run attack, and we believe it's you. The built-in
hidden security feature of the car you were driving shows you've hit
something big. Do you mind telling us what you hit?” I tried to
come up with a lie, but I failed horribly, it didn't make sense. I
ended up admitting my crime and I followed the police into their car.
Now
here I am. In jail, with a sentence for killing someone innocent.
Someone
who I knew. That escalated in the wrong way. Don't do as me. Don't
enter this business. I tell you!
Is he working for some kind of russian marfia. Otherwise its a pretty good story, because of the action.
SvarSletGood story, exciting to read, makes you think twice...
SvarSletNice story, your English is very good and you have a rich vocabulary.
SvarSletScott and Kvist. :)
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