Chapter 1 Behind Bars

So, we walked out onto their hard concrete porch. I took off my heels, knowing that it would be a bad idea to run around in shoes that put my life on the line. Mr. Hagberg cocked the shotgun, and aimed at a sparrow high in the trees, and with the crash from the barrel, a dull thud, and a swishing in the air, the bird dropped through the air, smashing to the ground. Then, he handed it to me, after a nod of permission, and smile from my dad, and showed me how to aim well, then stood in front of the tree to tell me where the front of the barrel was. I aimed high, but didn’t see anything. Then, my finger slipped.