Justin and Kenny had been swimming at the Blue Lake most of the morning. “We always have fun swimming in the lake, sorry the other guys couldn’t make it,” Justin said and watched his friend get out of the water. “It is fun when they are with us, but I need to go home. My grandpa is taking me fishing this afternoon,” Kenny said, grabbing his towel as he went to his bike. “Yeah, guess I’ll go home. Swimming alone is not much fun,” Justin mumbled getting out of the water and grabbed his towel. After drying off, he stared at the water. “What’s wrong?” Kenny asked, noticing the sad look on his friend’s face. “I wish I had a grandpa, but my grandpas are dead.” “Yeah, well, that’s too bad, I need to go, see you later,” Kenny said, hooking the towel on the side of his bike and riding down the pathway. …show more content…
He hooked his towel on the side of his bike and started home. While riding along he noticed a man struggling with an over-stuffed grocery cart. At once, he recognized Mr. Cassidy and rode toward him. "Hey, may I help you?” He asked. "Shut up and mind your own damned business.”Justin heard him yell as he took off his cap and scratched his head. “Why would you want to help me?” “My parents always told me when I saw old people struggling to help them and besides, I enjoy it,” Justin boasted, surprised to see the cart filled with cans and bottles. “You want to rob me; I know what you youngsters do, you take everything the old people have and then you beat us to death,” he explained and thought he recognized the boy. "That’s not true," Justin whispered, "I’m not a thief.” "Guess you’ll beat me up, while your friends rob me.” He gave the cart a shove, and it started to turn over, but he steadied