Everyday: Day 13

Day 13 - This is based off an old assignment from my college creative writing class. One sentence is given, the second sentence is done, and then a week or so later (or one day) you write what would be the first paragraph of a story. 

The night is young and the sky is bare, it is the perfect evening for mischief.  I throw my backpack over the fence and hoped that no one else saw it as I threw myself after it. Landing on cement is always hard on the ankles. I give myself a moment to feel the pain before I push it behind me and move on. I have a lot more pressing matters to take care of.