Crouching down below the decking, I scrambled amongst the dirt, as I searched for my lost jar of coins. For the past nine months I had been searching for that jar, but up to that point my efforts came without fruits. As I haplessly dug into the soil, I heard the front door swing open and the distinct sound of footsteps on wood followed instantaneously. I scuttled over to the source of the noise, at which point dirt fell from the soles of the shoes that belonged to the figure above.
“We’ve got to tell someone!” A frantic voice, which I had deciphered as that of Billy, shouted towards a second figure.
“The kid’s dead, it ain’t nothing to us or to him.” The second voice, belonging to Charlie, reasoned. It was at this point that the anxiety kicked in, I became scared but I continued to listen.
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