I heard the Ice-cream truck coming around and remembered the eight bucks I had in my liquorish jar. I got up and grabbed it and went to run out the door. My brother's speakers were blaring loudly. When he saw my run out, he covered it from his Call of Duty like game on the Dell in the living room, "Don't open it! It might be CPS!" He called out.
That caused me to hesitate in opening the door. No one had knocked. I opened it after a milisecond of hesitation. The icecream truck was already at the corner. I cursed inwardly, "Because you told me not to open the door, I just missed the Sweets Train." I hissed at him, "Thanks." I said with a sarca