This is a scene from a story I started writing in sixth grade
about a group of young robbers. It's also the first watercolor painting I actually tried at. Here's the introduction:
"I stand in the shadows. Watching. Completely unheard and unnoticed. I watch the houses burn, the people scream...then hear the silence. Every time they go out I follow, and every time they pillage I see. I know who they are, but they don't know me. They rarely sense my presence. They will never find me. Very often do I see them checking themselves, watching their backs. And they should. Crimes committed by an innocent and loyal heart are still crimes, and death is punished with death. I will not tell the village people who they are. I will not take their lives. My name is Jake Hanson, and the Juvenalles will not die. Not while I'm still around."
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