Untitled(woke up and my pen start writing)

A Story by ARTISHA

Really don't know where this character trying to go. But he want me to use my hand to tell his story.

He closes the door with the shift kick of his bottom shoe. He walks in never looking back to see the door automatically lock from the inside. He take a scan of the room making sure everything is as if he left it the last time he was there. Rashad knew it was unlikely for anyone to know that this shed, was actually the placed his housed all his street money.To the average eye it looked like a run down shack that the city should have tore down decades ago,but it wasnt located in the city it was in the hidden woods in Sparta,Ga two hours outside of Atlanta.Rashad had payed a white boy name Adam who he had meet in Atlanta at the strip club called magic city that him and Brittany would frequent whenever they we're geeked off the x. Rashad threw the duffle bag on the table and began to open the secret hidden door. He goes over to the table saw and turn the handle three times to the left and one time to the right. He steps back and wait for the red sea to part, well at least that's wat it always remind him of when the floor symotaneously slid back and exposes the hidden steel door. As he open the door and preceded to walk down the stairs he instantly knew something was off you can call it hustler intuition but something just didn't feel right. As he got closer he knew that wat he was feeling was not parnoia as he stared at the vault door being wide open and all of the contents inside we're gone. But how, No one knew about this place. Twenty million dollars gone. Rashad rush back up the stairs and jumped into his clean cut 1967 customizedcheverolte impala in a rage heading towards 1-20 to Atlanta. The streets of Atlanta won't ever be the same the beast has been let out and he's untameable.