Let me tell you how I died. It was stupuid. We were theives. The most wanted on the planet. Richer than Bill Gates! Obamma was jumping up and down in his velvet seat, waiting for us to be catched. We were a legend.


part 1 (bill version)

"EEWWWW!" Bob complained, he hated porridge. We were four. I liked porridge, and we didn't have enough money for it, so I loved coming to Bob's house for some. They either had bread or that, they wern't that wealty, just had enough money to be happy. Or then, anyway. Bob wanted berrries, which his family couldn't afford. On my way back, I saw a man eating all kinds of them. Strawberries, bluberries, rassberries, blackberries, huckleberies, and starberries. "Hey, mister, can I have some?" I didn't know what I was doing. When he turned around, I took them and bolted. My heart was jumping like a kangaroo. That day, when I gave thos berries to Bob, something in me changed. Maybe because I ate some too, and it was so delicious. But, no, a small tugging was at the tip of my heart. A feeling I never felt before.


part 1 (Bob version)

Urgh, why did porridge have to exsist? I mean, when I was four, I hated it. So Bill brought me some berries. He didn't tell me where he got them, so I thoght he had berry trees in his house.I was angry he brought them only now. He would tell me tommorrow, I thought. So when the next day he didn't, I shook him. "Hey! Whatya doing!??!" He yelled at me. I yelled back, "You have berry trees in your house, and you didn't tell me!!" "WHAT?!"Bill punched me. "Are your wires alright? you seem cuckoo." he said. Wow. For a four year old, he really talked mature. "I stole them from a man, pudgey face!" Oh. I said sorry. But stealing? That sounded fun.






O,K, so sorry! I was writing and accidently pressed esc so I started over. ㅠㅠ