During the great depression every thing was horrible. All these people were waiting outside my bank with torches and pitchforks. I was freaked out! they started to burn the bank I was too horrified to move. I started to see the flames getting closer. I could feel the heat on my skin. I started to run finally towards the back door. After that moment in my life I had sever injuries to the brain. Right Now I am a homeless man living on the stinky streets of New York.
2-4-10
This site contains information and advertising about Scholastic and third party products.
