Dear Diary!I heard my heart pumping so loudly.It was pumping like a petrified poor polar bear's heart when the ice is melting.I was petrified.Breaking out of jail is not the most calming activity, even if you have already done it a few times.But I knew that that was the only choice of mine.I was quiet and smooth as a cat and fast as a cheetah.
I was running if my life would have been depending on this,well actually it was sorth of.The street was a dark cage . I was running rapidly on the rough radical street.I knew that I would have this fustration with me if i don't make a revenge.I was feeling stressed , but i was sure of my self.
I had a marvellous plan!I started to make some strange sounds from the garage.I had everything in mind.I knew that my brother John would definetely come out after hearing these sounds.
I needed three things from John.His car,his money and his life.My plan's first stop was the money I went into his living room searching for all the expensive properties.But then I heard Peter's passionate poignant footprints to see what is up at the garage.I was already done with the money part by then.
As planned he was on his way to the garage when me like a rapid cheetah pointed my gun at his head and without hesitation I shot him.The sound of the gun leaving the hole was as spicy as a chilli pepper.I felt so cool that all my plans gone as planned.
And there was I with a fancy car and tons of money.I was tr