Jul 12, 2015
he's sprinting down the side walk as fast as he can, slender legs carrying him all the way down the street until he hits the corner, frantically looking around as he decides if he should keep running. no, they’d catch him. quickly, he jumps over the fence of the closest house on the corner, money flying out of the black book bag that was slung on his shoulder. he lands in a garden in the backyard, great, and he sees the other with an alarmed expression when they see him. eyes widening, he places a single finger on his lips to signal them to keep quiet as a cop car siren wails, driving past the house. a heavy sigh leaves his lips and he slumps against the fence slightly, that was a close call.