On his way home from school one Friday afternoon. Him and his brother usually rode with the baseball players after practice, but today he told them that he wanted to walk home instead. He needed some time to himself and think about a lot of stuff that's been going on in his life the past couple of days. When he took the shortcut home he came across a gang of pitbull dogs; he was terrified out of his mind and didn't know what to do. He started regretting the decision of walking home by himself which only made it worse for him. So he reached in his bag and took all the snacks that he bought after school and threw it towards the 4 pits; which gave him enough to time to cause a distraction for him to getaway. He threw the food and started counting to 5; when he hit the number 5 he dashed off and jumped over the nearest fence, he had made it out safe. His parents always told him that he was a pretty clever kid and could do anything if he put his mind to it; which was one of the many reasons his parents were so proud of him.
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Pauls Complexion
Non-FictionAs Paul grew up he always knew that he was something different from the rest of his family. He never really knew what it was but always seemed to be the black sheep of the family which made him feel some type of way. He didn't really mind until as h...
