Tying his horse to the tree, Jake picked up a brick. It would certainly do the trick, but of course it would make noise, who knows who would hear it.
‘Well that’s certainly a start, where do I go from here? Why is he on a horse? What are his plans for the brick?’ thought Jane. ‘I don’t even know who he is, and why did I pick the name Jake?’ Her stomach gave a lurch, ‘Oh yeah, Jake...’
Jake seemed to weed his way into every thought these days. Jake with his curly hair and hazel eyes. Jane shook herself. ‘Get Jake out of your head!’ she thought, ‘you have a story to write! ...I wonder what Jake is doing...’ Catching herself, she decided to take a walk and clear her head.
Living next to town she knew her way around, she took her favorite route behind the main stores. It was late and everything was closed. As she turned the corner, she saw someone behind the convenience store. He leaned his bicycle up against the post, then picked up a brick. Wrapping it in cloth, he used it to smash the door window, reaching through to open it. He disappeared inside.
Jane froze, her mind reeling with what to do. Call the police! Before she could get her phone out though, the person came out, stuffing cash and lottery tickets under his shirt. As he jumped on the bike, he looked up. It was Jake!
Jane raced home, all she could think of was that Jake just robbed a store! Jake! What should she do? Then in a sudden flash... ‘Not a horse, a bike! Not a tree, a pole! Yes!” She finally had an idea for her story!
We know what’s really important here, right?