It slowly started walking at me. Reavling himself to me. I slinked into the shadows trying not to be seen. To be heard. I stood there waiting, watching, staring to see what would happen next.
I was riding my bike down the street and I saw a police and I turned back and grabed my helemt while my mom and Bro stood at the end of the street, and they were just staring and I got there and their was firetrukers everywhere. Then we contuined wi…
Sadly there is no way to track the GPS system.
The scarier part is after I wrote this, and went to go stack wood. A fire started one block away from mine. Twas scary.
That would not be good at all. My dad is Trusse Seller(THe roofs on houses are called trusses when they are just plain board and not with roofing and sheetrock or plywood)