This all started on the morning of March, nineteen it happened on Flemming Street in Marion, Michigan at a light blue house which is my grandparents’ house. I made breakfast than the other grandchildren got up before I called them for breakfast.




After words I told the other kids I was leaving with grandpa’s truck. But, I told the other kids that I wouldn’t be back until Tuesday afternoon around 4:00pm. They asked me where I was going. I told them I was going to Cadillac, to my friends’ house. What? They asked. I told them to be good. I got in the driver’s seat my heart raced against time. My friend got nervous she never got to see my truck. The reason why my friend has never seen my truck because I haven’t drove my truck out by her house before. She could not believe that I had used my grandpa’s truck to go to her house.