narrative essay
...g which Skip noticed on the way to the store. He asked me again if I was okay with stealing the paint I replied no but I really was. All I could think about was what I was going to paint, how many colors to use, and how large I wanted my piece to be. When we got to the store we decided that I would go in and buy one or two cans and he would be stealing the rest. Everything was going smooth until Skip was trying to leave. As he walked past me out the door we heard someone say to him to come back. We never looked back but sprinted out of the door. Turning the corner still in full sprint I saw that skip dropped a can which I then picked up. Returning to my sprint without really looking up I bumped into an older couple walking on the sidewalk. The man let out a loud grunt as he fell to the ground and the woman slid against the wall trying to steady herself. Skip and I didn’t stop running until...