Scene One
It looked worse than it was, Justin mused to himself. Alex, his sister was complaining about her skinned knee. She held it up to him with tears in her eyes.
"Make it bet-ter!" she demanded. The only reason she knew the word 'better' was because her older brother was so much better than her at school.
He sighed and cleaned the wound. Ignoring her tears, he dabbed the blood away with a wamr wash cloth. He put the band-aid to her knee and wrapped it tightly.
"There, now I hope you learned your lesson about stealing someone else's skateboard. I, of course, do not indulge in such a dangerous sport, but…."
She already was not listening. That was fine.
He watched her run off, already knowing that he had been given all the thanks he was ever going to get.
And his wallet was gone.