It was a cold and dusky night while Corey’s youth group and I discuss our highs and lows. But to our dismay some shadows lurked behind us, breaking the window and snatching the one dear thing to me, my music. Goodbye Relient K, Goodbye funky red stereo, I doubt I’ll ever see you again.It was ironically ironic with the events that happened beforehand, I owe my life to Corey, cause he saved my booty, my guitar, and possibly my car. I can be pretty naive, anyone can tell you this, cause I give people to much trust and live in my own fantasy. (A fantasy of a perfect world)
My purse, my keys, my wallet; were left on the driver’s seat. My doors were left unlocked as I glided to bible study. Corey heard of my stupidity, and took matters into his own hands; he grabbed my purse and my guitar (thanks), and even locked my doors.
He told me this and laid down his foot, “this is no safe neighborhood!” My brother’s car was broken into, and his stereo seemed to have vanished. I heard the story, but I didn’t care, cause this couldn’t happen to me, but the persistence of Corey’s request didn’t mean to me. He took my purse and my keys and off we went to bible study.
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