Paul walked the streets struggling to prevent himself from shuffling his feet on the pavement, his little brother Nicky was impressionable. If Paul did it, then it would be easy for Nicky to do it. Each one of them had a backpack and Paul had a plastic bag with last minute items he was able to gather.
“Where are we going,” Nicky asked, swaying left and right. “Hey, Paul! Where are we going?”
“Just,” Paul paused on his sentence, “keep walking. Okay?”
“Ugh… I’m so tired. Can we take a break?”
“We only walked three blocks.”
Jace Rockland 