Creative Writing: No Coins Please Hi! My name is Artie, but please, call me ‘A’. Okay, now a little about myself. I am an 11 year old, short, I have brown eyes and brown hair. I am quit and love to make money. Because it was summer, my mother thought it would be a good idea to send me on trip across america with this tour she heard about called Junior Tours.
Finaly the day came. A white van pulled up in front of my house, and out stepped 2 boys that looked 16 years old. I went out and they told me that their names were Denis and Rob. My mom gave them the required 75 $ and told them to watch me carefully, then she hugged and kissed me and told me not to forget to write everyday. When I steeped on the bus, I saw 5 ther boys the same age as me.
Their names were Sheldon, Howie, Nick, Kevin, and Sam. Sheldon, who was always jabbering on and on about his old friend, PeteOgrodnick. Howie, a tall, thin, blond, with glasses who seemed to be on the respective side. Nick, a boy that would go through life being superstitious.
Kevin, was a. Sam, was one that liked to fight for his rights. Rob and Denis then told us that we were supposed to name our van. Denis came up with the name ‘Ambulance’ and the rest of the group agreed. On our way to our first stop, New York, we got a speeding ticket because someone was tailgating our van. The next morning, in Central Park, the director gave a speech telling what they would be doing for the next few weeks.
By the end of the speech, I was already out of site, down in a subway station changing into a tuxedo. Then I went to pick up my supplies, which consisted of small boxes, wax paper, small empty jars, and 2 big jars of jelly. These were to be put together to make many boxes of attack jelly which was to be sold for 10 $ a piece. When someone came up to me and asked what I was selling, I told them I was selling Attack Jelly. Attack Jelly is used to keep robbers away from your house or to protect a loved. Now, if you were an adult and saw something like this, what would you think? Would think ‘hey What the hell he’s a kid! ‘Well, that’s what a lot of people thought and that’s how I made my first sum of money.
When I went back to Central Park, the whole group was waiting for me. The next day, I did the exact same thing, except that this time I stuck off from the group while we were on the way to Times Square. The next day, I stuck away from the group again while sitting in the planetarium, again I set up my Attack Jelly stand near Times Square. We, the Ambulance group continue traveling across the country. Me running off and selling something in Nebraska, or setting up a gambling station on Capitol Hill in Washington.
Then we got to Las Vegas, where all my plans were ruined. It all started when I was winning like there was no tomorrow at the BlackJack Tables, going from 1 casino 2 the next, of course all this was in disguise. Then right when I was on a roll, 2 FBI agents, who had been searching for the one responsible for all the little schemes, burst in with guns, by the time they were at my side, everyone in the casino was causing havoc. All the co motion had caused my disguise to come off and the FBI agents noticed me. They took me in and made me pay back all the fines charged to me for doing stuff without a license a illegal gambling and much much more. After that I was pretty sad but then I got an idea.
I would get my trusty friends to help me. I went up to them and told them that morning, Sam should set up the booth.