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=**__Show Not Tell - Old, Rusty Playground.__**= = = =Eeriness surrounds me. It was until then when I realized I was in the middle of nowhere. I was staring blankly at the rusty swings as they go back and forth, pushed by the windy breeze. I started to think how I got here. And then it hit me. I thought about what happened while the cool breeze brushed against my face. I was closing my eyes when suddenly a bright, red light shined on the corner of my eye. I opened my eyelids and then I saw it, what had happened earlier that day.= = = =I can't believe it, I was shoplifting. I was wearing a black leather jacket and navy blue jeans. I thought back again. That morning I had woken up in my house in the development where I lived just outside Watford of London. I had eaten my breakfast, kicked the dog, sworn at the neighbour, and gone to school. Of course I hadn't actually arrived at the school. I'd missed so many days that the social workers had been around looking for me, but as usual I'd given the slip. I'd gone into town. That's right. I've cheated on the subway, buying a child's fare, then gone to the West End. I walked along the street on Oxford. There were plenty of big stores on Oxford Street. The bigger the store, the easier the snatch. I'd slipped a couple of CDs under my jacket and was just picking out some more when I noticed the store detective closing on me. So I'd run. I ran and ran and ran as fast as I could, but just as i stopped by near the graveyard, I saw the two muscular guys coming towards me. I ran again, and here I am, tired, in this ghastly place.= = = =Then, as dark clouds passed by the sky, I knew it indicates that there will be a storm coming. As drizzles dropped at the rusty old swing, it created the rusty spots, which was everywhere, to get wet, and come crashing down to the wet sand. Soon later, as expectedly, it was pouring. Water gushed through my jacket and into my T-shirt. But I was still standing and staring blankly into the debris the fallen swing had made. Suddenly I found myself sprawling across the remains of soil from the current house owner's lawn on the concrete pavement. I was just walking home as I glanced on the shops I passed by lazily.= = = =It was until then that i realized I wanted to go home so badly that I was starting to regret what I had done. I wanted to resent all my sins. I will though, as soon as I get home...That is, IF I can get home alive....=