It was probably one of the worst storms in history. The lightning ripped through the sky, like a jagged fork. Thunder boomed, and heavy wings hurled people and cars across the damp street. Most people said a hurricane was coming through. Others say it was just a horrid storm. No one even thought of being outside, but one boy.
The boy rushed through the rain. He attempted to dodge a few a rain drops, but they each collided with his face. Although he wore a black sweat shirt, he was still getting wet. His blue jeans were a lot wetter. He had stepped into many puddles on his way back home. Because it was rainy so hard it was extremely hard to see. Besides that he wore thin glasses. His eyes were a light brown, his hair a tangled nappy mess. Honestly, he couldn’t careless.
He was slipping and sliding on the sidewalk. Lightning struck each time he tried to make a left or right. It always crashed in front of his face when he moved to the left, and tore through the sky when he took a right. Each time stop, he slipped and he fell. After the fifth time he feel he spotted a shop near by. He couldn’t read the title of it. He only saw it was about the size of a gas station. Quickly getting up he ran over to it. He opened the door and rushed in. He shook himself dry, and looked around. He starred at the shelves.
There was nothing but cards on the shelves. Yu-gi-oh, Pokemon, Digimon, and many other cards lay in front of his face. He wiped he glasses off, and continued to stare. He picked up a box of cards, and stared at them. He set those down and stared at another box. Once he was done with those he set them down to.
“HEY! Buy some cards or get out!” Some yelled.
The boy quickly looked up and replied, “Sorry. I ran in here because of the lightning.”
The man who yelled at the boy walked over to him. He was extremely tall. He wore green overalls, with a blue stripped shirt under it. He had grayish blonde hair, and tan skin. He didn’t look like the kind of man who would kid around. He had huge buff arms, and his legs were of equal caliber. “So, you’re not here to buy cards?” he asked
“That wasn’t my initial point, but…”
“What?”
“I have some money in my wallet.” He dipped into his right pocket, and snatched out a black leather wallet. He opened it and said, “I have fifty dollars.”
“Good then. Say, what’s you’re name?”
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