He knew it was a bad idea as soon as his friend mentioned it. Walking around at this time with no money wasn't safe. But it was the only time that The Man was willing to see them. So there they were, walking down New York Citys back streets like they owned them. In sync with each others footsteps, you wouldn't have guessed that they didn't.
Neither boy was more than 17, but seeing them for the first time, you couldn't have guessed that. They had an attitude to them - something attributed to growing up on the streets, most guessed.
They were on a mission. They needed money, and they needed it quickly.
That meant one thing for boys that didn't have jobs.
The Man was known to everyone. Everyone not in law enforcement that is. Some called him The Chamelon - El Camaleón. Able to blend in even among the rich and powerful of the City.
Money was the ultimate goal in the City that never sleeps. If you didn't have money, you didn't have a life.
These boys knew that.
On the way to collect their 'life insurance', they were caught without it.
But two other boys would make it - at least through tonight. They could go back to The Man and collect their dues.
Author notes
Wrote this for an english assignment, but I like how it turned out, so I figured I might as well post it.
Comments
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Very good
I like your style of writing, as well as how advanced your abilities seem to be. I'm intrigued with this in every sense, especially with your descriptive content (this not of scenery, but of feelings pertaining to who the people are). Keep writing!!!
beginning: 2, language: 3, plot: 3, ending: 3, dialog: 2, characters: 2.
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