[ WP ] You are 18 years old , and you 're writing your autobiography for your entire life . Write only page 147 .

We all held our positions and at the nod of Tony, stage one of the operation began. Lydia, the only girl in the gang of eight was given a `` real-world'' opportunity to demonstrate the little skill she learnt during drama class, that is, when she was n't behind the high school's church, moistening the butt of a cigarette. With Mario by her side, they played the role of a young couple with his seed developing features within her uterus. She feigned illness as they both lured toward the side entrance of a closed Mcdonalds restaurant, situating themselves within the cleaner's peripheral vision. She knocked wearily, slumped to the side with an expression of melancholy aimed at triggering an empathetic response from the cleaner. Separated by a glass door, Mario mimed the action of drinking water and pointed to Lydia's stomach. The cleaner, a young sub-continental man, making ends meet, did n't hesitate to help. After all, with a wedding ring on his finger, chances were that he may have had children of his own and he knew what it meant to provide for one's family. With his left hand, he reached and jostled with the lock. Now for stage two of the operation. Three positioned on one end of the door. Three positioned on the other. He opens the door. We rush in from both ends, knock him to the floor and take everything in sight. Our school uniforms in our bags and black bandannas to hide our facial features. The adrenaline through my blood stream had me focused. Another day, another thrill.
