Story Sinners: Option_ 3

1. As the old man approached my friends and me on a bike at night with a flashlight in his left hand he was also barefoot and he just kept talking, and talking and saying a bunch of gibberish things that was getting on my last nerve and finally we found a way to ditch him and ran home when we got home all of us were grounded because we snuck out and it was passed curfew.

2. The long scar just below her knee was so red it looked like a bed of roses drenched in ketchup plus this immature old man at the bus stop just kept on staring and looking at me and for some reason he just had to squint his eye every single time he said the word credentials and he said the word credentials allot of times like every single minute to be exact it just makes you want to hit him right square in the face.

3. As I regained conscientiousness, I remember asking... Why are you so dang stubborn you old ugly man and you cannot blame him for your broken headlights that you did, it is getting old we all know that you punched them out when you got a little drunk at that party you threw between christmas eve and new years you act so dumb when you just drink a little bit you need to quit.