Story Writting

Saturday afternoon. In the corner of a street, there was a café. It was empty. Only two guys were inside. One of them was me, my name is James, Me and my friend, William, and we were drinking some coffee, and smoking.

Suddenly, the manager asked us to stop smoking, because the rules didn’t accept that. That was when we think: He can’t tell us what to do, we are supposed to do want we want to. So we ignore it. That was when the principal management came, and told us “Please, stop smoking, you cant do that here,” “But... we aren’t smoking, that women is smoking, not us!” My friend told him.

The principal told us to go to his office, so we did it. He told us that we can’t visit the café anymore. It was a punishment.